As the newly forged couple next door picked up their pace once again Lily allowed herself to sink into a kind of trance. While her fingers raced in and out of her snatch she luxuriated in the sexy gasps and whimpers which poured forth from her dream girl to filter tauntingly through the wall between them. With eyes clamped shut she imagined Jessie was in her bed, that it was her drawing those sounds from the precious blonde, her fingers ravaging Lily in turn. Having shared locker rooms for the better part of a decade, the young lesbian had no difficulty picturing her best friend’s naked form, envisioning it entwined with her own…
Right as the teen was cresting a mighty wave of pleasure reality intruded upon her sapphic fantasies in the cruelest of fashions. All of a sudden the steady stream of breathy moans and gasps fueling her imagination was overshadowed by a flurry of harsh grunts and groans that had no place in Lily’s fantasy. The teen let out a little whine as her barely functioning brain realized what that meant, that her brother was about to soil Jessie with his seed. She had assumed Justin would have the decency to pull out, he was hardly ignorant enough to think her best friend’s strict parents would have their utterly innocent daughter on any form of birth control, but apparently she had given him too much credit.
Lily could clearly hear the love of her life try to warn Justin right before the bastard erupted inside her, but it was equally clear her warning had come too late. A minute later, perhaps less, and she heard her brother’s smug satisfaction as he congratulated himself on ruining the sweetest girl he had ever had the good fortune to meet, then again as he had the audacity to suggest he had done her a favour. Fingers frozen in her twitching cunt, Lily waited with bated breath for Jessie to denounce her brother, to protest his disregard for her wishes, to declare her eternal rejection of men in response to his callousness…
No such rebuke ever came.
“It did…” those whispered words, words which carried barely enough strength to reach Lily’s keen ears yet hit with the force of a cannonball all the same, sent ripples coursing through her trembling body. Jessie was never to be hers, was never to share her bed and her life, at least not in the way she had always dreamed of. No, the love of her life was fated to be Justin’s girl instead. Whether the couple themselves had yet made any such declarations mattered little, in her heart she knew it to be the truth.
For Lily was reserved a spot on the sidelines, a spot from which she was to watch as her brother made a life with Jessie, the very same life she had so longed for herself. It was no secret that Justin wanted to start a family, a big one more like than not, and the thought of him doing so with the love of her life hit like a freight train. In the wake of her brother’s recklessness, the image of her best friend heavy with child came unbidden to Lily’s mind, the teen’s own niece or nephew growing in her belly. A moment later another took its place, one of the radiant blonde smiling blissfully in her glorious wedding dress while Lily stood to one side with eyes downcast, the most miserable maid of honour in all the wretched history of that accursed post.
Cheeks burning with shame, the heartbroken teen buried her face deeper into the pillows before her, well aware this time that another climax was racing towards her. Justin, the big brother who had looked out for her since she was little, who had protected and cared for her in the years they spent alone, that same Justin had now stolen Jessie away from her. It was more than she could take.
Lily’s second orgasm of the night was even more ferocious than its predecessor, the exquisitely tortured scream that announced it’s arrival only prevented from echoing throughout their apartment by the fact the bulk of it’s strength was swallowed up by the pillows into which it was hurled. Just as fearsome was the force with which her hips torqued and her pussy clenched around the fingers which had been working it. With her face tucked away, the teen couldn’t have seen the way all the bedding piled atop her writhing form shifted and shook like the surface of the Earth amidst a remorseless tremor, but that meant little to the the dancing blankets.
Once her body at last drew still, Lily lay where she had come to rest for what seemed an eternity, unmoving save for the halting rise and fall of her modest chest. With eyes shut tight she lingered long in that haze that accompanied her shameful bliss, letting it seep into every inch of her being. Hearing Jessie and her brother making love next door was at once a thousandfold worse than anything Alice had ever done to her and yet felt right in a way her ex’s betrayals never had. Perhaps, then, she could in time make peace with what had happened. For the moment, though, cocooned as she was in her own little world of bliss, the tired teen had no desire to contemplate the future, only to drift away as sleep overtook her. She had almost done just that when a sharp noise pulled her back to her senses.
Ears perking up and eyes narrowing slightly, Lily started to push herself up from her mattress. That sounded like… her drowsy mind was still struggling to process just what she had heard when another sound echoed the first, chasing away all doubt. A jolt of adrenaline shot through the teen’s veins as the second time she caught a soft gasp following the unmistakable clap of flesh striking flesh. For a split second she froze, not believing the evidence of her own senses until the telltale sound of a third strike reached her ears, cutting off Jessie’s muffled protest in the process.
Was Justin hitting her? He wouldn’t. He couldn’t! If that bastard so much as laid a finger on Jessie she would kill him. Literally KILL him! In a flash the teen’s eyes snapped towards her desk, scanning for the well-worn pocketknife that should be resting there. Their father had given each of his children their first blade upon turning thirteen and she always kept it close, but where was the thing, dammit? It had been there yesterday! Grunting out her fury, Lily was just about to launch herself out of bed and towards the desk to search for her knife when a nagging voice buried in the back of her mind brought her up short.
Body tensed like a predator about to pounce, Lily strained her ears to hear what was being said in the next room over. Spankings… Punishment… Criminally gorgeous? Relief and embarrassment washed over the quietly groaning teen in equal measure as all the tension drained out of her weary muscles. Jessie wasn’t being beaten. She was being teased, toyed with. And who could blame her brother. The blonde was so easily flustered, after all, and that ass…
Lily slumped back into her bed, cheeks nearly as red as they had been in the aftermath of her first orgasm of the night. She could scarcely imagine the scene had she burst in on Jessie being fucked and spanked by her brother… Jessie being spanked… The thought of her blushing best friend on all fours, red ass being smacked over and over and over, was enough to set the butterflies in Lily’s belly aflutter once more. At the sound of just such a scene starting up again mere feet away the teen groaned softly, one hand snaking back towards her sex…