| Was It Worth It? AMY. Debbie awoke with a start. Our eyes met and embarrassement engulfed both of us. How was I going to explain this to my twelve year old cousin. My face burned red and my eyes began to fill with tears. This meant prison, the sex register, my family disowning me and Debbie hating me forever. That is what I feared the most. I stand up, leaving her breast bare and run from the room to my own and wait with terror running through my veins. I think I'm going to be sick and shake uncontrollably. Sagging down on my bed I hold my head in my hands. I can hear the distinct sound of her door opening. 'Please God, please,' I plead. I look up at the photo on the chest of drawers, the one of Debbie and I hugging by the pool. The one that I'd masturbated over so many times. My heart sinks deeper and depression sets in. I want to escape, to run and hide but there is no escape and nowhere I could go. I sit listening and waiting, waiting for dad to come in with the look of utter disappointment on his face and Debbie clinging to his side with a scowl on hers. The seconds seemed to last forever, then there's another sound. Was that dads door opening? Is Debbie going in to tell him? 'No, no, no, please no,' I mumble and stumble around the bedroom like a drunk, searching for something, though I didn't know what? Hope maybe? Then I hear a light switch on and momentarilly feel relief knowing the distinct sound was that of the bathroom pull cord. But then what is Debbie doing? is she examining herself to see what my hands and mouth have been up to? Oddly, I lick my lips and can still taste her. I swoon and wish I could turn back time, wish I'd not stayed so long and wish Debbie had not tasted so good. If she hadn't, maybe I would have backed away but no, she was delicious, so delicious in fact that I'd wanted to make her cum. I cringe at my stupidness . Why on Earth I imagined making her cum would make everything OK, I don't know? But when her body bagan to shake and I knew her orgasm was approaching I felt compelled to carry on and bring her to a beautifull climax. And I did... Was it worth it though? It kind of was. You know? her fingers grasped the bed sheets and her legs tightened around my neck as she came. Her hips rose and twitched in the ecstacy of orgasm. Her sweet, sweet hairless slit opened slightly at the critical moment and her juices spilled, almost like pee into my mouth and I greedily drank her offering. But now I don't know if it was worth it? The waiting is torturous and I'm wishing I was somewhere else, somewhere safe and somewhere that was anywhere but here. I hear the switch again and wait. Her foot steps are light but I still hear them. No doubt she is heading for my dads bedroom and me, I'm heading for jail and oblivion. I wait... And wait... Why was I born like this? My God, not just a pedo, a bloody lesbo pedo at that. Where are they? Are they waiting for the police to arrive? To take me away, lock me up forever? I roll onto my front, deflated and tired. Too scared to look out of the door into the hall. Too nervous to try and get out via the front door. It would mean passing my dads bedroom door and that was just a risk I could not take. I stand and walk with jelly legs to the window and pull back the curtain. I already knew, though, that it was too high to jump but still I look down, wondering if it still wasn't such a bad option? And where are the police? With a terrible ache in my heart I picture the moment Debbie awoke, the precise second her hand flinched and pushed my head away from her breast. The baby breasts that were so alluring that I couldn't resist. And I didn't, lying there like an infant, suckling from one mini teat to the other. I knew I was chancing my luck too much, but did I refrain? Oh no, I had to go that one tiny little step past the 'getting away with it point' didn't I? I slam my fist into the pillow as I slump back down. The door moves, I see it out of the corner of my eye. My heart races, I'm affraid of having a heart attack. 'Come in, come in,' I'm screaming in my head, 'come in and take me away.' I'm watching and waiting for another movement... But nothing. No creaking hinge or shuffle om the carpet. This is agony, absolute agony. Why Debbie wanted to stay the weekend? I'll never know? But then I'd encouraged her, wanted her near and now my lust is going to cost me. But I couldn't help it! It's hardly my fault when a twelve year old, who anybody, male or female, would be able to resist, scoots about the house flashing her underwear at you. I was wet all evening knowing her lovely girl hood was tucked away so sexily inside those white cotton panties. In bed I'd tossed and turned thinking about her, hoping the orgasm on my fingers would be enough? But it wasn't. And standing in her bedroom doorway, watching her sleep, that wasn't enough either. I only wanted to peak inside her knickers. But the aroma was like a drug and pulled me in until I was licking her ever so gently, teasing her baby clit and wallowing in her preteen orgasm. Maybe even her first? And as I pulled away to leave, I had this sudden, stupid need to kiss her tiny breasts and ended up being baby nursed by a sleeping twelve year old. Then, oh God she awoke and... I see a shadow on the wall in the doorway, 'who's there?' I say in my truely terrified voice. There is no answer - just hesitation. I hold my breath waiting for the moment they burst in, all guns blazing, as they say. But nobody does. Instead, the door quietly and slowly opens and there... There, standing in the doorway is... 'DEBBIE?' She smiles awkwardly and approaches with her arms outstretched. With relief, like I've never known, I hold out my own and cuddle her. 'Oh baby,' I say, 'I'm so, so sorry.' 'Sssh!' She replies, pushing me onto my back. 'But Debbie I...' 'Ssssh!' She says one more time before gently parting my legs and making the most beautifull love to me that I have ever known. 'Oh Debbie, Debbie,' I cry in ecstacy. 'Sssh!' Was it woth it? YOU BET... The end. |