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StormWolfsong
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Celia Larson was the only daughter of Miranda and Eric Larson, after her father died when she was four her mother raised Celia on her own. Over the years growing up Celia has seen men come in and out of her mother’s life, none were ever allowed to stay overnight. Well, until recently, when the man her mother was dating had begun spending the nights rather often. So often in fact that she had become accustomed to seeing him first thing in the morning sitting at the kitchen table when her mother woke her. The sounds often coming from her mother’s room at night annoyed her and even sometimes woke her from her sleep and kept her awake until they died down.
At fifteen Celia was a virgin, her innocence in regards to sex remained intact, mostly. A few nights ago, the sounds were so loud she had gotten up and gone to her mother’s door only to find that it was partly open and she had watched for several moments as the man her mother was dating had his mouth between her mother’s thighs, her mother moaning and crying out. Embarrassed and worried she would get caught looking she had carefully reached to draw the door closed silently and gone back to bed. Since then, she had to admit she was growing curious about just what that would feel like but she never spoke a word of it.
Then last night, her mother told her that she had to go in early for work so it would be just Celia and her mother’s boyfriend in the house come morning when her alarm went off. Celia didn’t think anything of it, even though she had to admit she had seen looks from the man that made her shiver. She just hadn’t determined if the shivering was in a good way or bad and that bothered her more. She only knew that whenever he had accidentally touched her somewhere he shouldn’t she had felt something odd move through her.
That night, she told herself that she had to make certain she woke up when her alarm went off. She had a bad habit of rolling over and turning it off, falling back to sleep. However, once again that night she heard the sounds and they kept her awake for a while. When morning came and the sound of gongs from her machine went off, she groaned and lazily rolled over hitting the button and fell back onto her back to sleep. In the night, her soft silk nightgown had risen and was wrapped around her waist while her sheets had slid down to be tangled around her legs. The top of her nightgown had five buttons that kept it closed around her full breasts and as she slipped back to sleep, her chest rose and fell, the color of her currently soft nipples visible through the fabric as it pressed tightly against her skin.
At fifteen Celia was a virgin, her innocence in regards to sex remained intact, mostly. A few nights ago, the sounds were so loud she had gotten up and gone to her mother’s door only to find that it was partly open and she had watched for several moments as the man her mother was dating had his mouth between her mother’s thighs, her mother moaning and crying out. Embarrassed and worried she would get caught looking she had carefully reached to draw the door closed silently and gone back to bed. Since then, she had to admit she was growing curious about just what that would feel like but she never spoke a word of it.
Then last night, her mother told her that she had to go in early for work so it would be just Celia and her mother’s boyfriend in the house come morning when her alarm went off. Celia didn’t think anything of it, even though she had to admit she had seen looks from the man that made her shiver. She just hadn’t determined if the shivering was in a good way or bad and that bothered her more. She only knew that whenever he had accidentally touched her somewhere he shouldn’t she had felt something odd move through her.
That night, she told herself that she had to make certain she woke up when her alarm went off. She had a bad habit of rolling over and turning it off, falling back to sleep. However, once again that night she heard the sounds and they kept her awake for a while. When morning came and the sound of gongs from her machine went off, she groaned and lazily rolled over hitting the button and fell back onto her back to sleep. In the night, her soft silk nightgown had risen and was wrapped around her waist while her sheets had slid down to be tangled around her legs. The top of her nightgown had five buttons that kept it closed around her full breasts and as she slipped back to sleep, her chest rose and fell, the color of her currently soft nipples visible through the fabric as it pressed tightly against her skin.