Deviant Desires
Star
- Joined
- May 7, 2012
- Location
- United Kingdom
In the small hours of the morning, nothing could be heard in the house. Amber and her sister were sleeping in their own bedrooms, their parents down the hall safely tucked away in theirs. The twins had always been close, a pair of stunning redheads, they looked almost alike aside for the subtle differences that few noticed. A difference in walk, slightly larger breasts, slightly more athletic thighs, their freckles arranged in different patterns. Many times they had fooled strangers by swapping places but that had been a simpler, less frustrating time.
Once puberty hit, the two had taken completely different paths. Whereas her sister had been outgoing and friendlt, Amber had become more reclusive, studious. She'd given up all sports and wouldn't even come down the beach these days, regardless of the weather. She eschewed tight fitting clothes, instead favouring baggy, casual wear that gave her a somewhat tomboyish appearance, a far cry from her sister. When she had moved to her own room, Amber had relaxed a lot more but anyone could tell that it had caused a gulf to open up between her and her sibling.
It should have been quiet except that Amber was not asleep. She found that she was often troubled with recurring dreams, dreams that wound her up and left her feeling stressed and frustrated once she woke. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good night sleep without having to 'relieve' herself. As she lay on top of her sheets, warm in her white shorts and tank top, she knew what would help her to drift off again, even if the thoughts were strictly taboo. As she closed her eys again, her hand slipped across her soft bosom and then further, across her belly.
Just a quick one, she told herself, enough to get her back to sleep. In the gloom, she had not noticed that her door was slightly ajar...
Once puberty hit, the two had taken completely different paths. Whereas her sister had been outgoing and friendlt, Amber had become more reclusive, studious. She'd given up all sports and wouldn't even come down the beach these days, regardless of the weather. She eschewed tight fitting clothes, instead favouring baggy, casual wear that gave her a somewhat tomboyish appearance, a far cry from her sister. When she had moved to her own room, Amber had relaxed a lot more but anyone could tell that it had caused a gulf to open up between her and her sibling.
It should have been quiet except that Amber was not asleep. She found that she was often troubled with recurring dreams, dreams that wound her up and left her feeling stressed and frustrated once she woke. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good night sleep without having to 'relieve' herself. As she lay on top of her sheets, warm in her white shorts and tank top, she knew what would help her to drift off again, even if the thoughts were strictly taboo. As she closed her eys again, her hand slipped across her soft bosom and then further, across her belly.
Just a quick one, she told herself, enough to get her back to sleep. In the gloom, she had not noticed that her door was slightly ajar...