Jim sat on the floor next to me and stroked me all over as my climax melted into afterglow. He touched my hair, my face, my breasts, my stomach, and my legs. I closed my eyes and let his hands sooth me. I was like a cat laying it its owners lap; just a love-sponge, soaking up all I could get. I did my best to purr for him so he would know how I felt.
I must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes, Jim was gone. There was an afghan over me and my t-shirt had been folded and placed on the back of the couch where I would be sure to see it. I stretched and yawned before sitting up and putting on my top.
When I stood up, I saw Bud sitting a few feet away in an easy chair. He was reading the newspaper and he had earphones on so he could listen to music without disturbing me. When he saw me get up, he took off the phones and put down the paper.
"Hi, there, sleepyhead. Did you have a nice nap?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. Thank you. How long have you been here?"
"I came in right before the snoring started. You have a pretty little snore if you sleep with your neck at the right angle. I took over from Jim so he could go do some homework."
I must have looked puzzled as I folded the afghan and laid it over the back of the couch, because Bud said, "I didn't want you to get cold, so I put that over you. I hope you were comfortable."
"Yes, thank you. But you didn't have to sit with me."
"There was nothing I would rather do."
"That's sweet. Thank you." I climbed into his lap and cuddled up to him. He hugged me and kissed me. I purred for him, too.
"You're just a big pussy-cat." He said.
"Would you like to pet the pussy?" I asked, as I let my legs slowly fall open.
"Always." He put his hand between my legs and started stroking up and down on the taut spandex where it stretched over my mound. I purred some more. I thought I could really get into being a cat. Maybe I could wear a cat-costume. I could be 'Cat Girl'. Somehow it didn't sound all that intimidating. I couldn't imagine evil-doers being terrified to find they were being stalked by 'Cat Girl'.
Bud was starting to make me hot with his rubbing. I could feel my juices start to flow inside me. I lifted my butt off his lap and pulled the waistband of my tights down. He finished peeling them off my legs and sent back to stroking me. It was so much better with his hand on my naked skin. I spread my legs wide so he could touch me everywhere.
He stroked my hairless outer lips and then ran his fingers in between, lightly touching and tugging on my inner labia. I clenched my pussy muscles and my labia slowly peeled apart to reveal my glistening hole. Bud circled my opening again and again with his fingers until I was desperate to get him to stick them inside me. I bucked my hips toward his hand and my opening gaped and shut as if crying out my need. At last he took pity on me and slid his middle finger into my hot, wet hole. It felt so good that I wanted to clamp my legs shut on his hand and trap in there. Instead I spread my legs apart as far as I could and I looked at Bud with a 'fuck me' look.
He pushed his finger inside me as far as he could. He curled it around and felt for my g-spot. I moaned and rolled my eyes back when he hit it with the end of his finger. He rubbed it a couple of times and then pulled his hand out. I whimpered for him to put it back in. When he added a second finger beside the first and pushed both of them into me, I felt like a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Bud was as surprised as I was at how tight I was.
I tried to relax as much as possible, and Bud was patient about working his fingers deeper into me. The feeling was fantastic. I was getting hotter and wetter all the time. I grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers while Bud finger-fucked me. When he was able to reach it again, he rubbed my g-spot with his fingers and rubbed my hard clit with his thumb.
The feeling was so strong; it felt like I had been plugged into an electrical outlet. I came instantly. All my muscles tensed and jerked while Bud continued gently massaging my hot spots.
My orgasm had just started to ease when we heard a voice from the foot of the stairs, "Bud, take your hand out of your sister and you two wash up and get dressed. We have a reservation at 7:00 and I'd like to be there on time." Mrs. Reynolds turned to go back up the stairs.
"Aw, Mom!" I called, "He hasn't fucked me yet! Just a few more minutes? Please?"
"No, young lady. Go get ready. He can screw you when we get back, or in the back seat of the car if you can't wait that long, but we are going to be on time at the restaurant. It's discourteous to be late."
Needless to say, the look on Bud's face was priceless. I just loved messing with boys' heads. His mother started it, though. She was probably upstairs now having a giggling fit. I knew what started it. She had walked in on us and did not want to embarrass us, so she decided press on with her purpose and ignore the element of embarrassment. She had done the same thing earlier to Sara.