Home Alone, Part Seven

“Shouldn’t we wait until your parents go to bed,” Caroline said, sighing as Riley’s hand found her breast under her shirt.

“I’ve missed you,” Riley said, sighing heavily. She pulled her hand from under her friend’s shirt, let it fall back in place.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Caroline said, kissing her deeply enough to curl her toes, “but I can wait a little longer.”

“Better stop kissing me like that or I won’t be able to,” Riley husked.

Laughing, Caroline said, “Mmm, you know… We fool around a lot and I think that was the first flirty thing you’ve ever said to me. Your pillow talk is almost non-existent.”

“Pillow talk,” Riley parroted, looking at her for an explanation.

“You know, whispered sweet nothings,” Caroline said, laughing when Riley made a face, “I’m messing with you.”

“Good. I don’t think I could manage the lovey dovy stuff,” Riley said, making Caroline laugh harder.

“Oh, hey,” Riley said, remembering what she had wanted to tell Caroline about, “I have to tell you something even though I know I’m going to catch hell for it.”

“Uh-oh,” Caroline said, leaning forward, “Any story that starts like that has to be good. Did you steal more sex toys?”

Shaking her head sadly, she said, “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you about what happened. Nothing good will come of it.”

Laughing, Caroline held up three fingers and said, “I promise to only make fun of you only a little. Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a Girl Scout,” Riley reminded her.

“Right,” she said, then grinned, “Then I can’t promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“Wow,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head, “Anyway, I told you my step-mom signed me up for piano lessons, right?”

“Oh, yeah. You mentioned it. Have you had any lessons,” Caroline asked.

“Just the one, but it was a doozy.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing really,” Riley said, laughing at the look her friend gave her. Holding up her hand, she said, “Let me explain. When the teacher opened the door, I was floored by who it was.”

“Really? Who was it?”

“Remember the videos on Rebecca’s computer, the ones of her and an older woman,” Riley asked.

“Yeah,” Caroline said, nodding. Her eyes widened as she guessed who answered the door, “No! Shut up!”

“Yep,” Riley laughed, nodding, “My piano teacher is Rebecca’s lesbian lover.”

Caroline fell on her back laughing, “That is priceless. She didn’t try anything with you, did she?”

“No, but it was still awkward.”

“What’s she like,” Caroline asked, sitting up, “Creepy?”

“No, she is a nice lady, funny. A pretty good teacher. If I hadn’t known about her and Rebecca, I would have liked her. I kind of still do.”

“Even though she molested your step-sister,” Caroline asked, dubiously.

“About that,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly, “It didn’t happen like that.”

“What do you mean,” Caroline asked, frowning.

Riley told her the story Rebecca told her, the one about her step-sister seducing the piano teacher. Caroline listened, wide-eyed.

When Riley wrapped up her story, Caroline asked only one question, “And Rebecca just told you this?”

Riley sighed. This was the part of the story she’d been dreading. It was the part of the story her friend would have a field day with.

“I recognize that sigh,” Caroline said, grinning. Riley could almost see her sharpening her teeth, ready to tear her apart.

Taking a deep breath to prepare, she told her friend about her step-sister inviting her into her room when she mistook guilt for embarrassment about being touched by the piano teacher; about Rebecca knowing she’d been in her room and had seen her little performance piece with her vibrator; about the slip up she had made that revealed she was sexually active with Caroline; about Rebecca wanting to have a conversation about lesbian stuff.

“Then something weird happened,” Riley said, her face hot with embarrassment.

“Weirder than what you just told me,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Yeah,” she said, then let it out in a hurry, “I slept with Rebecca.”

Caroline blinked at her, then she fell out laughing, “No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” Riley said, bracing for impact.

“Oh. My. God,” Caroline said, laughing harder, “You slut.”

“Hey!”

“Your own step-sister.”

“It isn’t like we are related,” Riley said, blushing even brighter.

Caroline laughed at her embarrassment, then said, “Let me guess, she seduced you, too.”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said.

“Not hard to believe. She has a body on her,” Caroline said, grinning, “All those tight clothes she wears.”

“She looks better without them,” Riley said, then clamped her hand to her mouth. What she’d said sank in and she looked at Caroline to see how she would respond.

Caroline looked at her wide-eyed, then started laughing. She was wiping tears out of her eyes when she said, “Does she now?”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” Riley said, her face so hot it would have curdled milk.

“Which isn’t the same as saying you didn’t mean it. So you think your step-sister has a nice body, huh?”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said.

“So do I,” Caroline said, grinning at her, “Great legs.”

The conversation wasn’t going the way she had expected. Not that she was complaining. She had expected Caroline to tease her relentlessly.

“Cute backside, too,” Riley said, holding her breath to see if it would trigger the ribbing she had been expecting all along. Caroline only nodded, grinning.

“So, are you going to sleep with the piano teacher, too?”

“What, no!”

“So it is only slightly older chicks that do it for you,” Caroline teased, then added, “You had that one coming after the internet squeeze comments.”

Laughing, Riley said, “I guess I did. Did you ever thank Natty for me?”

Caroline winked at her, said, “I did. She said you are welcome. She wants to be your Facebook friend. You should look her up. She is a cool chick.”

“I will,” Riley said.

“In the spirit of sharing,” Caroline said, laughing nervously, “I might have had cyber sex with her over Skype.”

“What,” Riley said, laughing, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“How does that work,” Riley asked.

“Um, well…” Caroline said, blushing, “That is a little hard to explain.”

“Okay,” Riley laughed, then she couldn’t resist adding, “Did you two use protection, at least? Don’t want to get a virus.”

Caroline rolled her eyes as the sad joke, then laughed anyway, “Ha ha. I could say the same about your step-sister.”

Riley smacked her arm, said, “Hey… She might dress kind of slutty and act kind of slutty, now that I think about it, but she’s only slept with one person. Well, two now.”

“Defending her honor, how sweet,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Oh God,” Riley said, laughing, “I’m going to grab a drink from downstairs. Want anything?”

“I want a Coke but I guess a water,” Caroline said, sighing.

“Why not have a Coke?”

“Supposed to be bad for my braces. I haven’t had one since I got them,” Caroline said, sounding miserable.

“Coke it is,” Riley said, winking.

Riley headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Getting a couple of glasses from the cupboard, she filled them with ice. She grabbed two cans of Coke from the fridge, turned back to the glass, when she heard the curious dialogue coming from the living room. Peeking around the cut out, she saw her dad and stepmom were watching some goofy comedy on TV.

Distracted by the farce, she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone in the kitchen until arms slipped around her waist from behind. Grinning, she thought Caroline had followed her downstairs after all, but she saw it was Rebecca, instead.

“There you are,” her step-sister said, pressing her breasts against Riley’s back, “All done ravaging your friend and needed a drink?”

Laughing, Riley said, “Not that it is any of your business, but we are waiting until they go to sleep.”

“Where is the fun in that,” Rebecca said, letting her hands roam up to cup Riley’s breasts through her T-shirt. She teased her nipples through the thin material until they ached sweetly. An involuntary groan escaped her and she found herself getting turned on by her step-sister’s boldness.

“Well, we’d like to continue fooling around,” Riley sighed, her voice thickening with excitement, “and getting caught because we couldn’t wait seems counter-productive.”

“Still, a little danger makes it fun,” the teenager said, letting one hand slip down Riley’s stomach and into the junction of her thighs. Riley moaned as her able fingers awoke a fire there. She was trapped against the counter, Rebecca’s delicious body pressing her against it from behind. Not that she really wanted to go anywhere.

Kissing the side of her neck, Rebecca said, “The thrill of risking being caught… Doesn’t it make you all wet inside?”

Riley had to admit she was more than a little aroused by what Rebecca was doing to her. The parental types were no more than twelve feet away and only the inane comedy provided any cover for the sounds she was making. Trying to keep her voice in check only made the tantalizing caress of Rebecca’s hand between her thighs more erotic.

She gasped in surprise when Rebecca hooked her thumbs in her shorts and shucked them and her underwear down around her knees.

“What are you doing,” she hissed, tried to reach down and pull them up.

“Live a little, Kiddo,” Rebecca said, her fingers questing lower. Riley moaned as they slipped inside her ready core.

Her fingers tightened onto the countertop in a deathgrip, those thrusting fingers making her hips jerk. Rebecca pressed against her, her lower abdomen grinding against her bare backside. She sighed softly in Riley’s ear. Her enjoyment made Riley shiver with excitement.

“This has you all excited,” Rebecca said, kissing her neck, “you are dripping wet.”

“We should stop,” Riley said, around a moan, “What if they get up to get a drink?”

“Then we are busted,” Rebecca purred in her ear, her fingers moving faster inside of her.

The lovely sensations washing through her twelve year old body made it hard for her to think clearly. Rebecca knew right where to touch, her thrusting fingers driving her body wild. The teenager had her in a real state.

“Are you going to come for me,” Rebecca said, her own breathing fast and shallow. Riley realized she liked torturing her like this, probably as much as she liked the abuse.

Riley thought she might. She was so excited. It couldn’t be long before she climaxed.

“Un-oh,” Rebecca said, looking past her at the TV, “a commercial. Doesn’t your Dad look parched? Now would be a good time to refill his drink, don’t you think?”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, willing the commercials to end.

Whatever network they were watching, it seemed they loved to stack their commercials up. There was a good three minutes of ads for car insurance, Lipton ice tea, Viagra, and a commercial she thought was selling sex until the last five seconds when it turned out to be a car commercial. She waited tensely for them all to run, sighed with relief when the movie started again. She knew she still wasn’t safe, that the duo on the couch could still get up for something and see her flushed, open mouth rictus of pleasure, with a grinning Rebecca pressed to her back, but the odds were more in her favor.

“I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” Rebecca whispered in her ear, then gently nibbled the lobe, “So you better hurry.”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, feeling her orgasm stir to life like a sleeping beast. Angered by being awakened, it raged through her, shook her to pieces. Her knees buckled and she would have hit the floor if not for Rebecca pinning her to the counter.

A gasp escaped her and she waited to see if it would draw the attention of the movie watchers. It was a timeless moment, everything slowing down to a crawl. It had sounded loud to her ears, clearly audible over the thundering of her pulse in her temples. They had to have heard her, would turn to see her dazed, post orgasmic face. They’d come to investigate, find her shorts around her knees and her juices running down her leg.

They didn’t, hadn’t heard or didn’t care to investigate her gasp.

Her legs were a little wobbly when Rebecca pulled back from her. She racked her shorts and panties back up, turned around to look at the grinning teenager. She had to lean heavily on the counter, not trusting her legs to hold her up.

“Asshole,” she said, laughing when Rebecca winked at her.

“You owe me an orgasm,” the teenager said.

“I owe you a kick in the ass after a stunt like that,” Riley said, laughing.

“You liked it,” Rebecca said, laughing, “The puddle on the floor proves it.”

“God, my legs feel like jello,” Riley said.

“You are welcome,” Rebecca said, heading to the fridge. She came out with a bottle of water, turned back to Riley, “Tell Caroline she’s welcome, too. I got you all primed and ready for her.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Riley to shake her head in wonder.

She finished making her Cokes, then went upstairs to her room. She had to laugh at how wobbly her legs were. Rebecca had really done a number on her. Again. Shaking her head, she wondered at the can of worms she had opened by letting her step-sister seduce her. She smiled as a shiver of excitement worked through her.

Opening the door to her room, she found Caroline stretched out on her stomach, propped up on her elbows watching TV. She turned and gave Riley a warm smile, flashing her bling. Riley was glad she’d gotten over the trying to smile without showing her teeth thing.

Riley took a second to admire her, liked how she looked in her sleep shorts and T-shirt. The shorts were, well, very short, revealed her long legs and clung to her pert backside. Laying like that, with her chin on the palm of her hands, it pushed her small breasts out. Maybe Rebecca was right, had her ‘primed and ready’, but she thought Caroline looked incredibly sexy stretched out on her bed.

Giving her a curious smile, Caroline asked, “What are you looking at?”

“The sexy girl in my bed,” Riley said, setting the glasses on the bedside stand. She crawled on top of the girl, nuzzled her neck.

“Mmmm,” Caroline said, smiling, “I don’t know. Two flirty compliments in one day.”

Laughing, Riley brushed her hair aside so she could kiss her neck, let her hands slip down her flank and onto her adorable backside. Caroline sighed, turned her head to look at her friend. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“I thought we were waiting,” she said.

Leaning forward to kiss her, Riley said, “I don’t want to wait.”

Caroline smiled playfully at her, “Why? What happened downstairs to change your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on now. You were gone a while, then you had this dazed look on your face when you walked into the room,” Caroline said, then gave her a sweet kiss, “I recognize that look. I’ve been responsible for it a few times.”

Laughing at last sentence, Riley said, “I was getting us drinks, when Rebecca came into the kitchen. Things got… interesting from there.”

“What? In the kitchen?”

“Yeah, with the parent types watching TV in the living room,” Riley said, laughing at the look on her friend’s face, “It was dangerous and exciting. I’m still a little jittery.”

“Rebecca is going to be trouble for you,” Caroline said, rolling onto her back so she wouldn’t have to crane her neck.

“I was thinking the same thing walking up the stairs,” Riley said.

“Well, since she has you all hot and bothered,” Caroline said, propping up on her elbows, “we might as well…”

Riley kissed her then, let her into her mouth. It was a playful kiss but deepened, became passionate as their tongues twined. Caroline responded, put a hand on the back of her neck to hold her to the kiss.

When she finally broke it, Caroline met Riley’s eyes, bit her lower lip. There was excitement in her eyes, desire. Grinning, Riley kissed her chin, then the graceful curve of her neck. Her collar bone. Caroline half sat up so Riley could remove her shirt. She undid her bra as Riley removed her own shirt. As Riley tossed her shirt aside, Caroline undid the clasps to her training bra, helped her out of it. Their lips met once more, then Riley gently pushed the girl to her back. She continued what she’d started, kissing her way down the girl’s supine body. Coming to the waistband of her shorts, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic. Caroline lifted her butt off the bed and Riley raked the shorts and panties down her long legs and off.

Naked, Caroline looked up at her, her eyes intrigued as Riley lowered herself onto her stomach between her spread thighs. She moaned and sighed as Riley used her fingers to tease her tender bud. Then she gasped when her friend lowered her mouth to sex, tasted her with her tongue. Her eyes were wide when Riley rolled her eyes up to look at her. Grinning, she continued to use her tongue to tease her clit.

With a nervous giggle, Caroline said, “Are we really doing this?”

“Why? Do you want me to stop?”

“Well, no,” Caroline said, sighing, “Natty talked about this, but it seemed kind of weird. I never expected to do it. Or have it done to me.”

Laughing, Riley said, “I really need to meet this Natty chick.”

Caroline laughed, then sighed as Riley used the flat of her tongue to torment her tender clit. Her body began to respond, her breathing quickening. She propped up on her elbows to watch what Riley was doing to her. Riley rolled her eyes up and she saw her friend biting her lip, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

I guess the weird has worn off, Riley thought, remembering the conversation she’d had with Rebecca about her first time.

As Caroline’s sighs became moans, then these cute little animal noises, Riley rolled her eyes to the door to the hallway. The parental types were still awake, probably still watching the stupid comedy they had been watching when she was in the kitchen. Still, the danger of one of them deciding to check up on Riley and Caroline was a real one. It gave her a naughty thrill, made her heart knock around her breast like a caged animal.

“God, that feels so good,” Caroline said, her body going crazy. Her back was arched, pushing her small breasts skyward and they jiggled as her body writhed. She grasped at the sheets, held on for dear life. Her head lolled back, her long hair brushing the sheets behind her.

Her little cries of pleasure were getting louder and could probably be heard outside of the room. It had Riley in a state, so aroused by living dangerously. She didn’t tell Caroline to keep quiet, grew more and more excited as she continued to make those sharp sounds of ecstasy.

Riley felt Caroline start to come, grabbed her thighs to keep her jerking body to her mouth. She kept flicking her tongue across her bud until she felt her friend stiffen against her face. Involuntarily, her thighs clamp together, squeezing on Riley’s head. She shook with her friend, trapped by her thighs. Then the girl went limp and she was free.

Laughing, she crawled up the supine girl’s body, gave her a kiss. When she pulled back, Caroline smiled at her, said, “Your face is all wet.”

“Yeah, you had me in a headlock, for a minute,” she said, grinning when the girl blushed.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Caroline said, hooking her fingers in Riley’s shorts, “Take these off.”

Riley stretched out on her back and let Caroline finish removing her clothes. Naked, she glanced at the door. If her father or stepmother came in now, she’d never be able to explain why they were naked. It would be pretty obvious what they had been up to, what with Caroline’s juices drying on her face.

A shiver of excitement worked its way through her. Maybe Rebecca had been right; it was a lot more fun like this, when there was an element of danger.

Caroline smiled nervously down at her and Riley said, “It is okay if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t,” Caroline said, leaning in for a kiss, “I’m just a little nervous.”

“Take your time,” Riley said, touching her face tenderly.

Caroline gave her another kiss, let it linger until Riley’s toes were curling. Then she nuzzled her neck, kissed her collar bone. Riley stroked her hair as she worked her way lower, sighed as her friend’s tongue teased first one nipple, then the other. She didn’t let up until they were aching sweetly and she groaned. She left a trail of kisses down her stomach. Riley’s excitement grew as she got closer and closer to her ready girlhood.

Finally, Caroline stretched out between Riley’s spread thighs, hesitantly lowered her mouth to her sex. Riley continued to stroke her hair, smiled encouragingly when Caroline rolled her eyes up to look at her. Her friend’s tongue felt incredible as it teased her bud, made her sigh. Without thinking about it, she let her hand slip around to the back of Caroline’s head, holding her to her gyrating pussy. Rebecca had done this to her, now she found herself doing it to Caroline, her fingers knotting in her hair.

Maybe Caroline got the hint or really didn’t need the hand on the back of her head because she continued to caress Riley’s clit with the flat of her tongue. Her technique wasn’t as good as Rebecca’s but Riley still couldn’t stop moaning.

Something she had seen in the videos on Rebecca’s computer popped into her head, an image of two naked teens going down on each other at the same time, their faces in each other’s crotches. Sixty-nine, she thought it was called. She’d heard the term somewhere, probably at school. A lot of sex talk had been floating around lately.

Actually having sex, Riley had thought some of the things she heard were so outlandish that had to be made up. Some just made her laugh. She guessed it was to be expected- most twelve year olds weren’t sexually active and who knew where they were getting their information.

Still, she was pretty sure what she had seen on the computer screen was called sixty-nine. The idea was kind of intriguing. She and Caroline could do it at the same time.

“Caroline,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” her friend said, looking up at her.

“Do you know what sixty-nine-ing is?”

“No.”

“Turn your body this way,” she said, making a crude show of what she had in mind with her fingers. Her friend gave her a look, laughing. Riley laughed and said, “Just do it.”

Shrugging, Caroline rotated a hundred and eighty degrees so she was straddling Riley’s chest. Riley urged her back more until her thighs bracketed her neck. Caroline looked over her shoulder at Riley, clearly wondering what she was up to. She go the idea pretty quick when Riley’s tongue slipped between the soft folds of her pussy to tease her bud. Moaning, she lowered her face to Riley’s crotch.

With the girl right in her face, she could smell the musky scent of her and Riley found it intoxicating. It seemed to grow a little sharper as Caroline became more excited. As she continued to caress her bud with her tongue, she inhaled deep the girl.

Caroline was doing wonderful things to her, her tongue sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her young body. It was hard to concentrate on pleasuring her friend and she kept having to stop as a moan ripped its way from her. The more she tried to keep her mouth on Caroline’s undulating sex, the more those moans seemed to come.

Her friend seemed to being having the same troubles, had given up on using her tongue. Her fingers slipped into Riley’s slick sex, found the magic spot. Already struggling to give and receive, her thrusting fingers made it nearly impossible. She couldn’t stop making these wordless noises of excitement. She kind of wished her friend wasn’t a virgin, so she could do what Caroline was doing to her.

Determined to please her friend, Riley focused on using her tongue to tease Caroline’s clit, trying to ignore what Caroline was doing to her. It really didn’t work, those thrusting finger’s insistent for her attention. Still, she tried, kept her tongue moving as she moaned and sighed.

“That feels so… Oh, God… Don’t stop doing that,” Caroline said, half sitting up and arching her back. The move pushed her pussy against Riley’s face and her undulating hips rubbed it against her tongue. Her hips started jerking, lost all grace as her orgasm welled up inside. With a sharp cry of ecstasy, she came, her body lifting off of Riley’s mouth as it shook.

For a moment, she forgot about Riley, just basked in the feel of her post orgasmic body. Riley was kind of jealous, the fingers unmoving inside of her. She was so close, right on the edge of sweet release. She wriggled her hips to remind her friend she was still there.

Caroline got the message, started thrusting her fingers in and out in a blur. Each thrust found her g-spot, drove her body wild. Then Caroline lowered her mouth to her sex, tasted her with her tongue. Riley closed her eyes, enjoyed the sensations washing through her body. Without having to worry about Caroline, she was free to focus on her own orgasm, which stirred to life inside of her. She cried out as it raged through her, her body going crazy as she came.

Throwing her leg over, Caroline got off of Riley, the stretched out beside of her, pressed her body against her side. Smiling, Riley put an arm around her, pulled her close. Caroline threw a leg across her thighs, resting her head on her shoulder.

“We are getting pretty good at this,” Caroline said, tracing lazy circles on Riley’s stomach with her finger tips.

Grinning, she said, “Yeah.”

“We should probably get dressed.”

“In a minute,” Riley said, kissing the top of her head, “I’m enjoying this.”

Caroline looked up at her and smiled, “I don’t know, you might be better at the lovey dovy stuff than you think.”

Laughing, Riley kissed her.


Continue to Part Eight

One Response to Home Alone, Part Seven

  1. Minnona Derice says:

    nice scene honest. Okay for me and most of the gals I have sex with fingers pumping is okay but fingers on the Gspot massaging side to side is magic. total contact and a gentle twitch of finger tips make your guts go totally crazy.

    The naughty side of this is delicious. Having both Caroline and Step hot for her and doing things that rents might hear adds fun to it.

    I’ve toe fucked a few in a busy restaurant. It is so naughty and wild

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