Caught Her

My girlfriend, Amy Lopez, and I came from the same hometown in Texas, a border city by the name of Laredo. We didn't see each other much anymore, since we went to college separated by a few hundred miles. I was studying at TAMIU and she was over in UCLA. Still, as often as we could, we tried to get together and spend whatever time we have with one another.

Amy and I had met just four years ago. I had just turned 18 and had been about to graduate high school and Amy was 19 just out of high school. We had met at the club, which we obviously got into with fake IDs, and it had been love at first sight. Tall, skinny, full of exciting dreams about what she was going to do as a biologist. We talked all night, made love in the back of my car, and ever since then she had me wrapped around her little finger.

With a break between semesters, we were both back home and taking it easy. I'd been over at her place most of the past week, since my parents had been over doing it at work, and my brother was out of the country "fucking Portuguese whores in Lisbon" as he like to put it. Of course, Amy's parents knew me as well as anyone and they wer emore than happy to have me over as much as I wanted.

Today's was Saturday. Amy and I had just got back from throwing the Frisbee around. The sun was setting. I was getting hungry for dinner. The smells from whatever Amy's Mom has got going was pouring through the house.

Amy has two younger sisters, too. The elder of the two is Mary and she's a couple years younger, and a complete knockout to boot. Sometimes, I wish I had gotten to know her, Mary, before I met Amy. Both girls make my tongue hang out, but there isn't any mistaking the raw sexuality of Mary. She's seductive, and she knows it. The youngest is Kaitlyn and she's in junior high right now but it's clear she'll blossom into something just like Mary.

About a month into our relationship, was when Amy had brought me to her home to meet her parents and both of her sisters. They had been pretty cool, even her overprotective dad. I had charmed her mother. Mary didn't really seem to care. I had even brought a flower for her little sister, Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn instantly adored me for that stupid little flower. She was so sweet, telling me about her dolls and her friends at school like I was the most important person she had ever met. I've regretted that gift ever since.

But right now, I'd just taken a shower and gotten cleaned up. As I started to head downstairs, I passed by Mary's room. It's the strange noises that stopped me. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were her...

That can't be right. Is that a buzzing? What is she doing?

And what's that? I think I can hear her whimpering... talking to herself....

I can see that the door is cracked open a bit.