I held the vibrator close; torturing myself with the building rush and thinking of him restraining me again. I gasped as I imagined him creep into my room to bind my legs open. My fingers followed the path his would take up my parted thighs, touching every inch and forcing their way into my hot wet hole. I shoved my finger into my pussy, slipping past my juices, surprising even myself at how good it felt.
My thoughts turned impure again as I undressed his chiselled body in my mind. He would be ripped, hard and erect. I moaned as the buzzing increased its speed and I pushed the vibrator onto my clit hard and drilled my finger faster.
I caught a whiff of my own arousal and was turned on even more; my hard bead–like nipples poked through the material of the dress. Oh to have him suck on me, I thought.
My legs quivered and I squirmed as the heat inside reached a boiling point.
“Oh, yes,” I cried repeating it over and over as I came; my creamy nectar rushing out and down my legs, dripping onto the knickers stretched between my knees and the bedspread. It felt so good and I held the vibrator against myself for a few more seconds milking every pulsation as I slumped my torso forward, my bare bottom in the air.
Chapter Four
After lying on my bed, recovering, I felt wicked and twisted. Who does such a thing? How would I be able to look at Lex in the future without remembering where my hands had been when I’d thought of him pleasuring me? I shook my head, trying to scatter the vile thoughts. Once was enough; never again.
My thighs were saturated and I needed to get clean and forget this ever happened. A hot long shower would do me the world of good. I stripped my dress off and unclasped my bra leaving them trailing behind me on my bedroom carpet and closed the door to the bathroom. I stepped into the huge glass walled shower ready to cleanse myself. I turned the chrome knob and waited for the hot water to pound upon my dirty body, but nothing happened. Except for a few inadequate drips of frozen water that emitted from the shower head there was nothing. Behind the tiled wall the pipes groaned and I was at a loss. I tried it again; no water leaked down.
Desperate now, I got out and twisted the basin tap open but only air dripped from its spout.
Shit. What was I going to do? I didn’t want to ask for help, especially not from Lex. I couldn’t trust myself around him, but I saw no other choice. I was no plumber but even if I had the slightest inclination of what was wrong I had no clue where any of the controls were in this new apartment.
I looked to the towel rail; it was empty. There was only a tiny hand–towel by the sink that would barely stretch to cover my bits. Naked, I walked back into my bedroom and immediately knew something was wrong. I stopped dead in my tracks trying to figure out what had changed. My head lifted upwards as I caught the remnants of a scent I couldn’t quite place.
My eyes glided over the carpeted floor; bare and completely void of clothing. My dress was gone. I backed into the bathroom and grabbed the tiny towel, feeling the need to cover my vulnerable body before exploring the room further.
I was being silly, I thought. I was probably just misremembering, I’d been drinking after all, the clothes were probably on my bed or down the side… but it was no use trying to convince myself. I could see the crumpled bedspread from where I stood and it was clear.
I frowned. The bedside table too was empty; my phone was gone. A swirling ball of anxiety dropped into my stomach as my mind raced; clawing for any sort of answer.
It had to have been Lex, it was the only explanation. Was he trying to play mind–games with me? Was this what having a brother was like?
Fine, I thought, I’ll just put on some clean clothes. I pulled open the wardrobe and swallowed an enraged scream as my eyes fell upon nothing but the bare bones of the closet.
Leaving me no choice, I cautiously walked towards my door, opened it and stepped into the hallway. I waited for Lex to jump out at me but all I could hear were the sounds of a crackling fire echoing down the hallway. I wrapped the towel tighter across my body and hoped to hell that it covered my butt and crept towards the roaring sounds of the fire coming from the living room.
Lex was in the same chair as before, musing over another drink in his hand. He looked as smouldering as ever, as the orange lights flickered over his dark face.
“You seem a little under–dressed sis,” he remarked, his face completely still.
“What have you done with my clothes?” I shouted at him.
He seemed taken aback and raised his eyebrows.
“What would I want with your clothes? If you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear dresses.”
“I don’t know but they’re gone. And someone, you, took them…” The idea sounded preposterous as soon as the words escaped from my mouth. I should have checked everywhere before accusing him.