The Last Horcrux/Bedroom/Masturbate remembering kiss
You tell yourself it was all a ploy, a means to an end, a way of making Bella serve you, a way to motivate her by using her obvious love for you to make her find you a male body. If that is true though, then why can’t you stop thinking about her? Was it your idea to kiss her? Or way it Emily’s? Sometimes it’s hard to know which of your thoughts are your own and which belong to her.
You can’t remember the last time your nipples felt this sensitive. You eagerly reach down between your legs, knowing that you need to satisfy your lust with the throbbing pleasure of a powerful orgasm. You are not surprised to find that you are already soaking wet. Since staring puberty you’ve found that you need this pleasure more and more, as your vagina is developing an insatiable hunger for sex.
You pull the covers down to watch yourself as you rub your lips and clitoris. All plans and schemes are driven out of your head as you remember kissing Bella, you tongue intertwined with hers, the feeling of her mouth, the sight of her pale white nipple as she slipped it back into her dress…
You wish she was here with you. You wish Bella was lying on the bed next you you, touching her nipples and touching her clit like you are. You find that you're not just aroused, you're obsessed. You want her. You need her. You crave her. You fantasize about her. You want to see her again. You feel the familiar tingle building between your legs, and notice that you are getting even more wet and aroused. You don't care.
She has to be yours.
It's a good plan, you think, but what if she refuses? What if she says no? She won't. You focus on your clit and slide your wet fingers either side of it with increasing fervour. It always helps you to get to sleep, and it wouldn't be the first time you fantasised about Aunty Bella. The time you saw her in the bath! It makes your clitoris throb just remembering it! You start to rub your clot more frantically, imagining that Aunt Bella is doing the same thing, rubbing her clit as she thinks of you. You picture her in her huge mansion, lying naked on her bed, caressing her breasts and pussy, and showing you how to touch yourself, teaching you the secret to making your nipples hard, your clit tingly, and your orgasm explosive. You can almost hear her voice, whispering in your ear. "Come with me, my love."
You slip the fingers of your other hand inside yourself and soon you are moaning with pleasure. You orgasm hard, your cunt clenching your fingers as you cum and cum.
A warm peacefulness that you have never known washes over you. You sink into the bliss for a moment; all anger and hatred forgotten, wishing Aunty Bella was there to hold you and whisper to you in the night. You fall into a deep and restful sleep. You don’t remember your dreams, but they were happy ones.
When you wake up the next morning who wakes up first?