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I can't come. The pleasure is there, but it has plateaued. My cunt is wet, my fingers are wet, my panties are wet. I have plenty of filthy scenarios to occupy my mind. My muscles are taut, on the edge, but the edge just stretches on and on. What was supposed to be a quick orgasm, to help me fall asleep, get some much needed rest before my shift in the ED tomorrow, has turned into the utmost frustrating experience. I'm now more awake than I was an hour ago.
From my seat on the couch, I glance at the closed bedroom door beyond which my boyfriend is sleeping. I could wake him up, ask for his help, and hope he will actually make me come and not prolong my frustration. That seems like a lot of work.
I sigh heavily and pull my fingers out of my pj shorts.
12:13
Niko must have finished working at the restaurant by now— No.
I try again, find my clit, picture a faceless couple in the back of a car. In my mind's eye, Niko is behind me and— No.
12: 20
Fuck. Why him? Of all the men on Earth, why is brother the only who could put an end to my torment?
It takes a couple of rings before Niko answers, it sounds like he’s in his car. He must have stopped on the side of the road to take my call. "Hey, sis. What's up?"
"Nothing much," I reply.
"Sarah, is something wrong? It’s late."
"No. Sorry for bothering you, I shouldn't have called."
"No worries. Do you need anything?" I swear there's a smirk in his voice, like he knows why I'm calling.
My throat feels tight. "I don't know."
"You don’t know what you need or you don't know how to tell me?"
I sigh and close my eyes. He knows, so why does he make me say it?
"What do you need, baby?" he asks again.
It's not fair how that simple word, in that voice, sends such delicious shivers slithering through me. I call it his "big brother voice", perhaps not the best name for something that arouses me so. It's deep and caring, and he talks like he can make all my problems go away. I swear it does something to my brain, like hypnosis. I just want to listen to him and do what he tells me to, knowing everything will be alright.
"I need… " I glance at the bedroom door again. My cheeks are heating up. I keep my voice low. "I can’t get myself off. And I can't sleep, I thought it would help but I'm just…" I groan.
"Good girl, telling me. Want me to come over?"
"No, Josh is here. I want you to talk to me."
"Sure thing, baby. I’d love to make you come from my voice alone."
"You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?" I say.
He chuckles. "Perhaps. Are you willing to risk it?"
"… yeah."
"You're desperate for me, aren't you? You deny yourself, but in the end you always need your big brother."
"I do."
"Is your hand on your pretty pussy yet?"
It is. Has returned there of its volition when the call started. Pleasure is slowly rising in me again.
"I'll make myself comfortable too, if you don't mind."
I hear the jiggle of a belt buckle and it makes me squirm with want; that sound has become so associated with seeing his cock. I picture it now, thick and veiny, and I plunge a finger inside me. I moan.
"I was half hard already just from seeing the caller ID. That's what you do to me. But now that I can hear you pretty noises… I'm so hard for you, baby. If I were there with you, I'd just push your panties and shorts aside and make you take it."
My cunt clenches around my finger and I add a second one. Not much is required of me. I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as Niko describes in filthy details everything he would do to me. My fingers move faster as his voice grows huskier and more strained. Pleasure coils in my stomach. My hips rise from the seat cushion. As desperate as I was to come before, now I don't want it to stop. I want my brother to keep telling me how much he wants me, that he can't help himself and longs to touch me all the time. He wants to finger me under the table at a restaurant, to fuck me in the shower, to eat me out at the family BBQ on the Fourth of July. He's getting incoherent.
"Are you close, baby?"
"Yes."
I curl in on myself. I can feel it growing, tremors starting in my thighs.
"Come for me," he commands. "Make yourself come thinking about your big brother. Let me hear you, baby."
I bite my lip, aware of Josh in the next room, but moans and sighs still escape my throat.
"I wish I could feel you around my cock and come inside you."
The pressure that had been building in my core, finally bursts in an exquisite flood of sensations. It leaves my body feeling heavy and wrung out.
At the other end of the line, Niko is breathing heavily.
"Thank you," I say.
"Any time. When can I see you?”
“Fourth of July?” I mumble, I can’t keep my eyes open.
“That’s months away.”
I don’t reply. My brain is shutting down.
“Good night, Sarah."
The phone falls from my hand, and I drift off to sleep.