Lust and Men

KIMBERLY

Imagine my relief when Azeena bounded down the stairs to me and enveloped me with a hug while her father watched.

“I know I told you to come early but I haven’t even had a bath” She said, dragging me with her while I dragged my bag along

“You asked for it” I told her as I followed her up the stairs.

Pausing for a bit to glance back down at her father who was still staring after me, particularly at my ass. I tingled as we walked into her bedroom; he had been looking at my ass, the same ass I had wanted to rub over the bulge of his cock.

Zeena collapsed on her bed, sighing as she beckoned on me to join her, she seemed hyper and excited and I wondered what exactly it was about.

“Where should we start from after I have had my bath” She asked me

“You said you wanted to shop first” I told her

“Yes… wait for me” she squealed and then proceeded to undress in front of me.

She had perky boobs, not as big as mine but she had a beautiful shape and flawless golden skin which I would always be jealous of.

Her nipples stood as brown points against her brown skin which was the direct contrast to mine which were pink against white skin.

She danced naked to the bathroom while I laughed at the way she jiggled her almost non-existent butt.

It was not long before I heard a sharp knock on the door and before I could answer, Hassan slid into the room. He too was bare chested just like his father and he also had taut belly muscles which reminded me of how I had stared at his father.

“Where is my sister?” He asked in a most rude manner jolting me from my daydream about his and his father’s body.

“Good morning to you, Hassan and she is taking a bath” I replied him in the same tone.

He wasn’t going to get a rise out of me today, the arrogant prick. Today was my day of relaxation and there was no way in hell I was going to allow him spoil it for me.

“Tell her I stopped by” He muttered, glaring at me

“Sure” I replied.

He continued standing there like he wanted to say something else while I pretended like he wasn’t in the room at all.

I sang in a low voice and clicked away at my phone, liking i*******m pictures that held no meaning to me all so he could see I was uninterested and leave me be.

“Kimberly” He called softly.

The tone of his voice held regret and something else… longing?

I raised my head and looked at him, waiting and willing him to say what he wanted to say. I was breathing hard, the intensity of his gaze both unnerved and drew me in.

“I am sorry” He murmured, drawing closer to where I sat.

“For what?” I snapped

If he was apologizing about the things he had said to during detention then he needed to be more precise because I had been hurt.

“I am sorry about what I said to you… about the kiss we shared. It meant a lot to me and I just want you to know that” He replied.

I said nothing but I could feel tears prick the corner of my eyes and so I swept my lashes forward to keep them hidden. My breath hitched as I felt his hand touch my cheek and then slowly he drew his thumb across my upper lips, bringing my face up to meet his.

“So soft” He muttered, his eyes darkening to midnight.

My eyes flew in panic to the bathroom door where Azeena’s horrible singing filtered through. If she came out at this moment then she was going to discover what had been happening between her brother and I and I dreaded to think what the situation would result to.

“We should not do this here” I told him but made no move to move away from his sensual touch.

It was as though I wanted him to continue and I wanted to be caught; this was some mistake but I was loving every bit of it.

“Will you meet me after school on Monday?” He asked

“Why?” I queried, my eyes glazing over with desire.

“Kimberly, please do not refuse me” He said forcefully.

My core clenched at the commanding tone of his voice and I knew my panties was wet from the moist of my vagina.

“Where?” I asked instead.

“Good girl. I shall pick you up on your way back home; that way my sister would have no idea and your mother would not question us”

I nodded as he continued caressing my lips. 

Azeena remained singing in the bathroom, very oblivious to what was going on between myself and her brother while Hassan tapped his middle finger on my lips, forcing my mouth open so I suckled on it like a lollipop.

He groaned as I continued the act and my eyes closed involuntarily as I imagined his cock in the position of his hand.

The click of the bathroom door and Azeena’s abrupt stop in her singing reminded us of where we were and what we were doing.

“See you, qatah saghira” he muttered and then left me with the imprint of his finger still touching my mouth.

I remained where I was, my vagina throbbing with need and my nipples taut. I did not notice Azeena’s exit from the bathroom until she called my name.

“Where is your restroom?” I asked her.

She pointed to the door next to the bathroom and I all but dashed into it, drawing my skirt and very wet panties down as I sank to the seat.

My clit continued throbbing and slowly with my imagination of Hassan touching my face, I fingered myself, rubbing my wet clit in circular motions whilst stifling my moans with the back of my second hand.

There was one face coming to mind as I fingered myself faster, rotating my slippery clitoris with two fingers and it wasn’t Hassan’s.

It was Mr Farouq’s staring at my ass as I climbed the stairs and I could not help myself as I moaned, the name Asif dropping from my lips in a frenzy.