Mutual Attraction - S01 E17

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Mutual Attraction - S01 E17

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

Introduction:

Wayne and Louise catch up with an old friend

This story continues on directly after my last story, Mutual Attraction Part 16

The following day, as expected, our parents returned from down the coast, and they told us that our dad had been put in charge of a couple of local projects, so he would be spending more time at home for a while. This was good news for us as a family, because we would be able to see more of him for a change, but it meant that Louise and I had to keep our hands off each other, because we had agreed that we could not even look like doing anything while our parents were in the house.

Still, Louise had a way of letting me know it was not over.

Firstly, one morning, she came to breakfast in her silver satin brunch coat, which was nothing unusual, but she made sure I 1 knew that underneath, she was wearing the pink pyjamas she had worn the night she showed me that a girl can still come after her man has already taken his pleasure. She casually leaned over the table at one stage, looking me in the eye and giving me an excellent view of her creamy, pink nippled breasts, and gave me a look that was usually accompanied by the words, What do you think? That's the thing about brothers and sisters; you get to know what each other is thinking just by the look on their face.

A few nights later, as I was going to bed, I found a pair of her freshly worn, plain white cotton briefs under my pillow. I had confessed to her that I had a thing for them, a few days earlier, and after I found them, I couldn't help wondering what my mother would have thought if she had suddenly decided to change my bed linen.

Still another time, I was lying in my bed late at night, just dropping off to sleep, and I heard the sound of soft moaning from the bathroom next to my bedroom, while she was having a bath in there. In my whole life, I had never heard her moaning as she masturbated, so it was no coincidence that she had suddenly decided to do it in the bath, next to my room. A few minutes later, as the bathtub was emptying, I heard her voice in the darkened hallway, outside my room, saying, "Did you have your ears pricked up?"

"Not just my ears," I said into the darkness. Fortunately, our parents' bedroom was on the other side of the house.

Finally, just before dark on a Friday night, three weeks after we had last laid hands on each other, I was sitting with my parents in the family room, watching TV, and Louise walked into the room. She was wearing a short black skirt, a cream coloured sleeveless top that showed some cleavage, and a pair of sandals. She bent down and put her hand on my face, and said, "What's that on your face, Wayne?" as she brushed away an imaginary crumb. As her hand touched my mouth, I could smell and taste the unmistakeable flavour of fresh pussy juice on her fingers, and I gently touched her hand with my tongue to let her know I didn't miss it. She stood back, maintaining eye contact, and said, "I'm going across to Fiona's place for a bit. Do you want to come?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I said, getting up off the couch. We both headed out the door and down the corridor towards the front door, and I heard my mother say, "They get on so well together," and I think I heard my dad say, "She seems to be over that other galoot."

Fiona Tarrant was an only child, who lived across the road and two doors down from Louise and me. The best way I can describe her is to say that if my sister, Louise, was the girl next door, then Fiona was the hottie from across the street. Like me, Fiona was eighteen years old, and in her last year of high school. She had turned eighteen a few months before me, and with her age being midway between Louise and mine, she got on equally well with both of us, and over the years, we had all had a lot of fun together. She had moved in across the road when we were both six years old, and we had been in the same class at school for a few years, but when high school started, her parents had sent her as a day student to a private school on the other side of town. She had made a whole new group of friends there, and most of them were stuck-up bitches, and even Fiona agreed on that, but she was nothing like that herself, in fact she was the exact opposite.

Fiona was petite. She was only about five feet tall, but she had a very curvy figure, with a lovely, well-shaped butt, heartbreakingly beautiful legs, and breasts that were not large, but full in shape, so at first glance, in proportion to her small frame, they looked bigger than they were. She had a medium complexion, big brown eyes, and her hair was very dark brown, almost black. For most of the time we had known her, she had kept her hair long, and parted in the middle, with two long pigtails down her back, but in the last year or so, she had started wearing it shoulder length, in a layered style. With her hair parted in the middle, and pigtails down her back, she used to remind me of those little Indian squaw dolls they sold in the toy store when was a kid. Fiona shared Louise's crazy sense of humour, but she was also an incredible chatterbox.