Alcimedes - House of Unfinished Stories

"I'm sorry, the bed in the guest room isn't made up, but you can use Chris's old bed, the sheets are fresh." Andrea answered, as she turned on the light. Chris was Andrea's oldest son (about 18, Sarah remembered) who had moved out of home only a month or two ago.

"He's out with his friends, we won't see him until Sunday afternoon, minimum." Andrea laughed reassuringly, lifting a pile of Scott's dirty laundry, books and CD cases off Chris's bed and dumping them on the floor. "Here you go. Get undressed and into bed. I'll come back to check on you when the last of the guests are gone" Andy said. Poor Sarah seemed to pass out the second her head touched the pillow Andrea noticed. "Just like old times.", she thought to herself nostalgically. Sarah Harrison had been her best friend since college, one of the sweetest people Andrea had ever met, but quite hopeless at looking after herself. Andrea smiled wistfully, thinking back to their college days together. Sarah had always been the single one when growing up. It wasn't that she was unattractive, far from it. Sarah was tall and athletic, long and flowing brown hair and nice, firm (if a little smallish) breasts; a figure most women admired, as well as men. But unfortunately, Sarah had never developed any confidence around men. By the time she had had enough to drink, to unwind enough to speak to someone she liked, she was so drunk that the nice ones weren't interested, and Andrea felt compelled to play the role of chaperone, chasing the "not so nice ones" away. For Andrea though, Sarah Harrison was the little sister she had never had.

By the time the last of the party guests had gone, it was well past midnight. Andrea checked in on Sarah and saw that she had kicked the sheets off the bed, and was curled up in a ball, half naked, and shivering. With a smile, Andy pulled the covers up around her best friend and tucked the blankets in snugly.

The sound of the door opening dragged Sarah out of a deep sleep, still drowsy from the alcohol, she didn't bother to move or make a sound. "It's just Andy checking on me 3;" she told herself, " 3;she'll be gone in a sec". But when her visitor closed the door, and walked right past her and further into the room, Sarah opened her eyes in surprise to see that it was Scott, returning home unexpectedly. Scott had walked past Sarah and continued to the other side of the room, tossing his hat onto his desk and began to empty his pockets. Sarah began to feel a little uncomfortable with the notion of sharing the room with Scott, until it suddenly dawned on her that he might not even realize that she was in his room. She thought of making some noise, perhaps move around a little under the blankets, just so that he would know she was there. "Come on Sarah 3;" She thought to herself, " 3; of course he knows you're in here, he would have seen you when he came in." She reasoned to herself, justifying her motionlessness as she was too tired to move anyway.

"Oh my 3;" The silent words began to form in her mind as she watched Scott pull his shorts down, stripping as he readied himself for bed. From her angle of view, Sarah could see only the profile of his body, but enough to see his flaccid penis, and felt immediately embarrassed. Any thoughts of announcing her presence now were as immediately squelched. "Oh god 3;I can't say anything now!" She thought silently.

Scott pushed his boxers over his hips and let them fall to the floor, enjoying the newfound freedom of being able to undressed in private. Chris, the older of the two brothers by nearly two years, had naturally developed sooner than Scott, and Scott had always felt embarrassed about getting undressed in front of him, mindful of his own immaturity, or at least his own perception of it.

"God, it's great having the room to myself" Scott thought, glancing over at his brother's bed, mistaking Sarah's form in the dim light for the usual pile of unwashed clothes which regularly occupied the spot. "I never would have been able to do this a month ago" he thought, taking his penis in his hand and stroking it a couple of times absently.

Sarah felt her entire body go hot; tingling from head to toe with burning needles of embarrassment. Like a deer mesmerized by headlights, she lay dumbstruck, staring at this young man as he gently manipulated his still soft penis in his hand, gently pulling it back and forth. "Oh god 3;" she thought to herself, knowing there was no way she could do anything now. Embarrassed as she was, she also knew she would be truly humiliated if the tables were turned, imagining herself in his place. Having no choice, she decided the best thing to do was shut her eyes and wait.

The moment of blackend silence seemed to last forever as she lay silent and still, until Sarah heard the sounds of Scott climbing into his bed. She slowly opened her eyes again, still flushed with embarrassment, and she could feel her own heart beating quickly from the embarrassment of seeing Scott naked. As he settled into bed, his motion calming as he prepared for sleep, Sarah decided that perhaps the simplest thing was to just stay quiet, to go back to sleep, as it appeared Scott was obviously intending to do.

Laying in his bed, Scott's thoughts wandered to the novelty of such a simple act; being able to stand naked in his own bedroom, to touch himself so openly, without reservation, and the thrill it had given him, and he decided to build on it a little. Laying on his back, his covers pulled up around him, Scott remained still for a short while, waiting for his body heat to warm the sheets. then slowly spread his legs as far apart as the single bed would allow, and slowly slid his hand down over his stomach, down to his crotch.

Scott’s fingers gently curled around his penis, already stiffening with excitement, and he began to massage it, feeling it's warmth and comfort. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly; massaging himself and feeling his penis getting firmer under his well practiced touch. At full erection now, his penis stiff and sensitive, he began moving his hand more pointedly. And as he lay playing with himself, it occurred to him after a moment or two that his left hand was pushing the blankets up from his crotch; so that his right hand wouldn't rustle the blankets with its movement. "No need for that anymore" he thought gleefully to himself, dropping the blankets back onto his crotch, watching the rise and fall of the blankets caused by this hand beating against them, and silently laughed to himself at the thought of it.

"MMmmm..." Scott sighed, basking in the freedom of his privacy. He'd never really made much noise before while doing this, not even when was able to masturbate in private, but somehow it now felt right. Safe in his own bedroom, his parents' room all the way to the opposite end of the house, he wanted to make noise; to be as indiscreet as he wanted. Scott imagined the scene; laying flat on his bed, with his legs spread wide open, his hand making the bed covers rise and fall. He could hear the thwoomp, thwoomp, thwoomp noise of his hand beating against the sheets, and the sounds his own muffled moaning.. "Unhhh.. Unnhhh.. "

For a few moments, Sarah had thought she was mistaken, listening to the muffled sounds of the room. "Perhaps he just had an itch?" She tried to reason. Scott had gotten into bed, and then there was silence, but then the noises started 3; eerily rhythmic sounds, sounds that sent her imagination and curiosity stirring, but she couldn't do anything to block them out without moving and alerting Scott to her presence. Unable to contain curiosity any longer, Sarah slowly opened her eyes, and as they adjusted to the dim light of the room, she could make out the unmistakable movement of Scott's hand under the blankets at the far side of the room. The slight separation of the bedroom curtains cast it's light down onto his bed, guaranteeing her a perfect view of Scott, without allowing him to see anything in the dark.

Scott could feel himself getting closer, but knew from experience that the best orgasms were the ones that took the longest to reach, and he wanted this to last. As he backed off the tempo, he began to feel the heat of the covers. Throwing off the blankets only made things more exciting; now he was totally exposed, spread lewdly over the bed, and masturbating brazenly.

Sarah watched with embarrassed fascination as she could see Scott's entire body stretched out on the bed; his strong, broad chest, his nice flat stomach, and best of all, she could see his arm pumping up and down rhythmically on his big, hard penis. The smell of his arousal had reached her now, and it was all too much for her. Shock had quickly given way to curiosity, and curiosity had quickly given way to arousal.

"He probably won't notice anyway" she thought coyly, sliding her hand carefully from under her pillow, down under her blankets. Sarah slowly managed to slide her arm under her body, and into her cotton underpants when Scott suddenly stopped.

"What will he think of me?" Sarah asked herself, but when Scott silent and secure, she realized that he merely seemed to be simply resting, perhaps holding off his orgasm for a while, as she often did to heighten her own solitary pleasure. Tantalized by her own thoughts, she slid her first finger in between the lips of her vagina, collecting some of her moisture and spreading it up to her clitoris. It was difficult from this position, but she didn't dare move. Her pussy was on fire, every touch sent small tingles of pleasure up into her belly as she slowly began to rub her throbbing clitoris.

"Yes 3;" Scott thought to himself. "This is how is should be." But something inside wanted more, wanted to make this moment exceptional 3; tonight he wanted to do something new and exciting. But what? What would make this special? "I know..."

Sarah listened to the sounds, her eyes once again closed, her body motionless, as Scott reached the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed, fumbling around until he found a bottle of suntan lotion, a remnant from his last visit to the beach. The snap of the lotion bottle's cap, and the crackled noise as it spit it's contents into Scott's hand sent Sarah's heart beating even faster.

Opening her eyes once more, she watched in delight as Scott transferred the cream from his hand onto the stiff shaft of his penis, paying particular attention to the head, and began to slowly masturbate again, this time gently sliding his slickened hand slowly up and down his cock.

Scott sighed again in pleasure, spread out on the bed, listening to the wet, slapping, squelching noises of his hand as it moved over his slippery penis. The faster he moved his hand, the faster the noises came, and he started pumping his hand as fast as he could possibly go, delighted by the noises he was making, and the sheer dirtiness of his actions. He loved imagining that someone (a woman, of course) could see him, that she could see how turned on he was, that she could see his nakedness, and his erection, and she could hear the lubricant, and his moans of delight.

For Sarah, the sounds of Scott’s hand gliding up and down his slick and steely penis sent a rush of heat and moisture straight to her vagina. Each little squelch sound was touching her clitoris and vaginal lips like solid, tangible fingers of arousal; she felt that she barely needed to be using her own fingers, the noise and sight before her was enough. She could feel the rushing heat of her impending orgasm building up in her vagina, and deep inside her belly.

It took everything that Sarah had, but as Scott had, Sarah found the strength to refrain, and took her hand away from her throbbing clitoris, letting herself cool down, if only for a moment. Her breathing was irregular, her insides were tense, she could feel the heat of her sex pulsing in time with her racing heart, her body cried out for her to continue for just a few moments more, while her mind told her the wait would be worth it.

The sensational pleasure of his cock, gently gliding in and out of the grip of his palm, the smacking, squelching sounds of his own hard, wet penis, the sound of sex 3; "This 3;" Scott imagined with satisfaction, " 3; this is the sensation of sex."

Scott tried for a moment to hold off his orgasm, but realized that he was quickly reaching the point of no return, and began to tighten his pumping fist, increasing the speed of his stroking into a frenzied pace. His mind began to drift with images; of Kelly Addams, a girl of his school, of her watching him as he stroked his cock before her, of her being so turned on by watching him cumming all over himself.

Listening as the sounds of Scott's slippery hand and cock reached a fever pitch, there was a moment of total silence just as Scott let out a long, low moan as he began to ejaculate over his chest and stomach. In the darkness, Sarah couldn't see him cum, but the moment Scott issued his first grunt of ecstasy, she knew he was there, and returned to her own desperate body. Sarah had barely touched her clitoris before her own orgasm washed over her.

Scott felt the first jet of his semen touch the bottom of his chin; a tiny, a remote voice in the back of his mind seeming surprised by the heat and strength of his own cum as it touched his skin. The second jet of his sperm washed over his chest, followed closely by another, less powerful but equally as orgasmic. In his fantasy, the images changed; it was now Kelly's hand stroking him, her warm wet mouth coaxing his semen.

The first hot, tingling wave of orgasm hit Sarah harder than any other orgasm she'd ever had, her insides jerking upwards and seeming to burst, firing millions of burning hot, sparkling fragments through her blood. The heat and tingling spread with each contraction, down her thighs, to her buttocks, and up past her stomach and into her chest.

She dropped her finger away from her suddenly over-sensitive clitoris, instead rubbing her fingers up and down the length of her sopping wet vagina, occasionally probing one finger up to the second knuckle into herself. Experience had taught her countless times, that was the best way to prolong the euphoria.

Scott drew in a deep lungful of air and blew it out again, slowly and deliberately. The fourth and fifth spurts of cum reached out onto his belly, the last barely clearing his pubic curls. The blissful images of Kelly began to fade as well, leaving Scott to float in the warm void of post-orgasm.

Slowly, his rational mind began to assert itself again, satisfied with the success of orgasm but only grudgingly acceptant of the wet, gooey mess he found himself in. With tired sigh, Scott carefully reached over to his dresser and waved his hand about, trying to find a box of Kleenex. After a moment or two of casting his hand about in the dark with no luck, Scott gave up and reached over to his bedside lamp, switched it on, squinting at it's sudden brightness..