Some days later, she accidentally walked into one of her sisters putting her lips on a man's lips. She hid and watched as the man reciprocated. The man's fingers were all over her sister's torso. She licked her lips as a
shiver ran down her spine. From the way her sister arched, she knew it was pure bliss.
After some minutes of smooching, they slowly pulled away from each other. The man had to go to work; her sister sighed. Obviously, her sister didn't want him to go away. She silently sneaked away to avoid being seen.
That night, she went to hell and returned. The scene played repeatedly whenever she closed her eyes. She could feel that shiver again. She wasn't sure what it was. She wanted to ask her sister, but she was scared she'd be angry at her because she peeped.
Big sisters, she hissed and rolled her eyes. They always had their fun, but acted holier-than-thou. As she looked into the mirror, she visualised the way the man's fingers had roamed her sister's torso. She imitated it while licking her lips. Hmm she felt good.
The following day in school, she couldn't wait for break. Break time was when she and her friends had time to chat. This chat meant more than a just a break from school pressure. It was when they shared their wild experiences. She knew she'd rule, as the girls wouldn't see this coming.
She didn't think any of them had ever experienced this bliss. How could they have? None of them had ever talked about it. The thought of her being the first among them exhilarated her.
She loved taking the lead, especially when others walked in her shadow. She fantasized the man kissing her (not her sister), as she walked towards her friends. They'd obviously ran out of patience waiting for her. She was always late, she knew.
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