Busted

Despite our best efforts, Gemma and I broke our rule several times. Countless times we couldn't resist and passionately expressed our love in the darkroom, and we had started to engage in activities when her family was home...

For some obscure reason, Gemma and I were sleeping on the floor on a mattress. I was pulled out of my sleep from a soft kiss placed upon my lips. I heaved open an eye to see her dazzling eyes gazing back at me wide awake. I smiled, but closed my eyes again. I could feel her hand find my hips and drag her fingertips lightly across my waist. Immediately I began to feel the tingles in my vuvla, my warning lights for the flash flood that was approaching in my crotch. Her fingers found my clit and she lightly began to move her finger in circles. I could feel a cool breeze from where the covers had been lifted back by her.
"Gem, can you put the covers over me? You know you don't have a lock on your door." I whispered. She grinned and pulled the covers over her hand as she continued to work me. Sporadically her fingers would dip down just inside my opening, sending small shudders through my lower back and thighs. I gazed into her eyes as they glistened with mischief. She pulled her quilt covers higher and began to slide down my body. A small kiss on my hips from the big quilt covered lump, barely disdinguishable becuase of the amount of covers we had over us. I felt her hand grasp my other hip and her warm breath travel over my mound. Her moist tongue slipped between my lips and I pressed my head back against the pillow. I feared to make a single sound as it was early morning and we could hear people wandering around. Her tongue rolled around my inner lips and found my succulent clitoris, when-
"-Wheres Gemma?" Her 11 year old brother threw open the door. Never in all my life had I been so terrified. I froze. My brain and guts felt like they had been vacuumed out of me in an instant. I felt Gemma freeze between my legs as well.
"She's...." I searched my mind, "Hiding!" No sooner had I said that, she had squiggled her way towards the end of the covers and popped out.
"Suprise! What do you want?" She replied to her brother.
I can't remember the conversation after that as I just became blank. I do remember that I couldn't have sex that day because I was too freaked out. For the rest of that day, we thanked god her brother was only 11 and clearly didn't have a clue as to what was really going on under her sheets. I often wonder if he has ever looked back on that moment five or six years ago and realise what had happened, or if it was just a passing memory of his late childhood. I guess I'll never know, and personally, I think I'd like to keep it that way!


-Endrin-