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May Angels Lead You In	By : Absalom Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 11711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The soft morning sunlight peeked gently into the room, as if it wanted to stand up and shout "I have arrived" but was too afraid of disturbing all that was contained within those four walls. Susan moaned softly as she rolled over, trying to shield her eyes from the sun. After only a brief moment of silence, she gasped and flew upright, eyes wide open in a sort of shock. Two things were immediately apparent to her. Firstly, she had kissed her brother not once, but thrice. Second, her vagina was wet. Not just a little, but a veritable flood of vaginal juices were running down her legs. Naturally, she could accredit her wetness to kissing her brother, but she soon found herself questioning whether or not such kisses had been real. Had they even played hide-and-go-seek last night? They had, she decided as she climbed out of bed. But that still did not mean she and Peter had kissed. She knew she had an attraction to Peter, one which repulsed and enticed her simultaneously. She had often had dreams of sleeping with other boys she found attractive. This was just the same thing, wasn't it?
Susan sighed as she slipped out of her gown from the day before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to get Peter off her mind. What was wrong with her? Why was she having these urges about him, of all people? No. No, she would not let herself be bothered by these thoughts. Not today. Quietly she slipped out of her underwear and began the walk to her dresser. With every step, thoughts and images of Peter raced through the back of her mind, and before she even realized what was happening, she found herself lying on the floor, back arched slightly, fingering herself. She moaned softly as her fingers found their way down to her vagina. Her moans increased in volume and pace as her right forefinger and ring finger tenderly clasped the edges of her labia majora, slowly pulling the skin apart, the slight motions gently massaging her, making her body quiver in ecstasy. Her middle finger slowly began sliding in and out of the vagina, increasing in speed with every act of penetration, growing in ferocity with every stroke. Her finger brushed against the labia minora with every motion of her finger, causing her to convulse weakly and howl with pleasure. She brought her left hand slowly up to her breast and grasped ravenously at it, massaging it. Her howl-like moans grew louder still and in the midst of all them she began crying out for Peter.
She tried to stop herself, but her body refused to listen. It was as if her body were some feral beast; a creature whose sole raison d'etre was sex. It was as if she were some researcher, taking notes on this beast from behind a glass wall. But the glass was breaking. She and the beat were becoming one. And she liked it. She needed to become that beast. Nothing else would satisfy her.
The door of her room flew open suddenly, with some great urgency. Though she could not see the doorway, she knew. She knew it was Peter, come to see why she was calling out for him. As long as he was here, she decided, she would put on a show. She began convulsing more fiercely, her masturbation growing more rapid, more fierce, more euphoric. Peter's name became a sexual mantra to her. At this, she heard the door begin to close, but it did not close all the way. Peter was still watching her. She would have smiled, were she not busy massaging her vagina, teasing herself.
When at last she reached orgasm, her arms and legs collapsed at her sides and she cried out for Peter one final time. Exhaling shakily, she let out a soft giggle. The door slammed shut after a moment. A broad smile filled her face as she slowly got to her feet, finishing the walk to her dresser, where she put on another pair of underwear and a knee-length sage and cobalt plaid skirt. She paused for a moment as she turned to face her wardrobe. She stood for just a moment, lost in thought, and then carefully removed her underwear without removing her skirt. She next removed her brassiere and then proceeded over to her wardrobe, where she put on a white class shirt. After fixing her hair in the mirror, she gathered up her dirty clothes from about her floor and hurried downstairs for breakfast.
When Susan came down to the dining room, she found that the Professor had gone off for the day and Lucy and Edmund were nearly finished eating. Peter was sitting further away than usual; probably somehow embarrassed to be near Susan after he had watched her pleasure herself. She sent him a sly smile as she walked past, as if to say, "I know you were watching me". She took a seat about halfway between him and her usual seat, fighting back urges to leap onto him right now and have sex with him. Over the course of breakfast, the two siblings cast quick glances at one another; Susan's full of want and lust, Peter's full of hesitant desire.
After breakfast, Lucy and Ed went outside to play while Peter went into the kitchen to do the dishes. After a few moments' hesitation, Susan followed and quietly began doing the dishes with him. Peter looked worriedly at her, and Susan met his gaze with another passionate stare. In that instant, the two of them dropped their plates and embraced. Their lips locked in a deep, loving kiss as Peter cupped his hands around her face. Growing aroused with every passing second, Susan slowly slid one hand down Peter's pants and began gently stroking his penis. Instead of responding in any of the ways Susan had expected, he pushed her away and went running upstairs.
"Wait! Peter!" Susan cried as she went running after him.
But he would not stop. He ran and ran all the way up to his room and slammed the door behind him, locking it. Susan kicked the door in frustration and went storming off back to her room. Throwing herself onto the bed, she began crying. How stupid was she? Sure, she and Peter had kissed; and sure he had watched her masturbating, but it was still too soon to try sleeping with him, wasn't it? She kicked her legs in fury. Why? Why couldn't they do it now?
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she got to her feet and hurried outside to play with Ed and Lucy. After two rounds of Ed's modified form of polo, Peter came outside to play with them. Soon after Peter arrived, all four siblings began wrestling. In order to get revenge for one of his earlier losses, Ed began throwing mud at Peter, but his aim was off and Susan went running to dodge some of the flying mud, ultimately slipping in a pile of it. At the same moment, Ed knocked Peter to the ground. The two siblings hit the ground simultaneously, Peter landing with a perfect view up Susan's skirt. Susan hurried to her feet and went rushing off back towards the house. When asked why she was going inside, she had told them to get out of her muddy clothes. This was, of course, a lie. She knew Peter had seen up her skirt. She knew he'd seen her vagina for the second time today. The thought of that, combined with all the other events of the morning, was just too much to bear. She hurried into the kitchen and, after checking to make sure no one else was around, she pulled her skirt down a little ways. Moaning softly, she reached one hand down her shirt and began massaging her breasts and the other hand slowly traced its way down to her vagina. As she stood in front of the window staring out at Peter fingering herself, a sudden realization dawned on her. The glass had finally broken. She and the beast were one, and she would not be free until she slept with Peter.
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