Vibrator fucked

Chapter four— Vibrator fucked.

★Maliya's POV★

I didn't sleep.

How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Micaiah's smirk. Heard his voice dropping to that dangerous whisper. Felt the heat of his body when he'd caged me against the railing.

I want to know if you think about it as much as I do.

I stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out how I was going to survive this. Three months living under the same roof. An entire semester sitting in his classroom. No escape, no distance, no way to pretend that night never happened.

Because it did happen. And he remembered.

The thought made my stomach twist with something that felt too much like anticipation and not enough like dread.

The next morning, I could already hear movement downstairs. Mom and her husband are probably getting ready to leave for the airport.

Part of me wanted to stay in bed all day. But I needed her to see I wasn't comfortable with Micaiah. I pulled on jeans and a sweater and made my way downstairs.

Mom stood in the foyer, checking her passport. She looked up when she heard me on the stairs, and her face softened.

"Sweetheart. I was hoping you'd come down." She crossed to me, pulling me into a hug. "I know you're upset about the transfer. About everything. But this is for the best."

"Is it?"

She pulled back, studying my face. "You can't run forever, Maliya."

The words hit harder than they should have. "I'm not running."

"Then what do you call what you did two years ago?"

I didn't have an answer for that.

Richard appeared from the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear, gesturing at his watch. Mom sighed.

"We have to go. The car's waiting." She squeezed my shoulders. "Micaiah will take care of you. And there's money in the household account if you need anything. The card's in the kitchen drawer."

"I'll be fine."

"I know you will." She kissed my cheek, leaving a lipstick mark I'd have to scrub off later. "Be good. Both of you."

She said it lightly, like it was a joke. Like there was nothing to worry about.

Richard gave me an awkward pat on the shoulder as he passed. "See you in March, kiddo."

Then they were gone, the front door closing behind them with a soft click. This house was my prison now.

I stood in the foyer, listening to the car pull away, and felt the house settle into silence around me. Somewhere upstairs, I heard water running. Micaiah, in the shower.

I needed to move. Needed to get to my room before he came down, before I had to face him alone.

I took the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding. Made it to the room and slipped inside, closing the door behind me and leaning against it like I'd just escaped something.

The water shut off upstairs.

I locked the door with shaking hands.

This was it. This was my life now. Hiding in a guest room, counting the minutes until I had to see him again. Three months of this. An entire semester.

I crossed to the bed and collapsed onto it, pulling a pillow over my face.

How was I going to survive this?

My senses were at alert as I heard footsteps outside the room.

They stopped.

I held my breath, waiting, every muscle in my body tensed for the knock that I knew was coming.

But it didn't come.

After a long moment, the footsteps moved on. A door closed somewhere down the hall.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and closed my eyes.

I didn't know how long I'd slept. But when my eyes opened, everywhere was dark and my throat was dry. I stepped out of the room to get water for myself.

As I passed Micaiah’s room, his door was open a little. I heard heavy breathing. Then my name. Soft. Dirty.

“Maliya… fuck… Maliya…”

I stopped. My heart hit hard. I should have kept walking. But I didn’t.

I pushed the door open just enough to see.

Micaiah was on his bed. Shirt off. Sweat on his chest. His hand moved fast under the sheet. Up and down. His eyes were closed. His mouth open. He kept saying my name like it hurt him.

“Maliya… yes… just like that… my dirty little sister…”

His voice was low and rough. I felt heat rush between my legs. Wet. Fast. My nipples got hard against my top.

He didn’t know I was there. His hips lifted a little. The sheet slipped. I saw his cock. Thick. Red. Wet at the tip. His hand stroked it hard. Fast. Like he couldn’t stop.

I bit my lip. My pussy throbbed. I wanted to touch myself right there. But I didn’t. Not yet.

He groaned loudly. “Maliya… gonna come… fuck…”

His body went tight. His hand slowed. Thick white cum shot out. Over his stomach. His chest. One spurt hit his neck. He kept pumping. Milking it. Saying my name again and again.

I backed away quietly. My legs shook. My panties were soaked. I ran to my room and locked the door.

I pulled off my shorts and panties in one move. My pussy was slick. Swollen. I grabbed my vibrator from the drawer. The pink one. Thick. Always ready.

I lay back on my bed. Legs wide. I turned it on low first. The buzz made me gasp.

I pressed it to my clit. Slow circles. My eyes closed. I saw him again. His hand on his cock. His cum. My name on his lips.

I turned it up. Harder. Faster.

I pushed it inside me. Deep. It filled me. Not as big as him. But close enough.

I fucked myself with it. In and out. My hips moved. I pinched my nipple hard.

“Micaiah…” I whispered. “You want me? You dirty fuck…”

I thought of him watching me now. Seeing me like this. Legs open. Wet. Needing.

I turned the vibrator too high. It buzzed hard inside me. Against my clit too. I rubbed fast.

I thought of his cum. His cum. All over me. In my mouth. Inside me.

My pussy clenched hard. I came. Fast. My whole body shook. I bit the pillow so I wouldn’t scream.

But I didn’t stop.

I kept the vibrator inside. Slow now. I wanted more.

I thought of him walking in. Catching me. His cock still hard. Cum still on him.

He’d push my legs open wider. Say my name like he did. Dirty. Hungry.

He’d pull the toy out slowly. Look at how wet I am. Then push his cock in. Raw. Deep.

I turned the vibrator up again.

I fucked myself harder. Imagining him on top. Heavy. Sweating. Grunting my name.

“Maliya… my sister… so tight… so bad…”

I came again. Harder. My pussy squirted a little. Wet the sheets.

I kept going.

Third time. I used my fingers on my clit while the vibrator stayed deep.

I thought of sucking him after. Tasting his cum. Licking it off his stomach while he watched.

I thought of him fucking my mouth. Holding my hair. Calling me his good girl. His dirty little sister.

I came so hard I saw stars. My legs shook. My voice broke.

I left the vibrator inside. Buzzing low. I was too sensitive. But I liked the ache.

I lay there. Wet. Messy. Breathing hard.

He wanted me.

I wanted him.