After an hour of observing my brother thrashing and screaming, I pressed a button that disengaged the lever that was holding him suspended and had the pleasure of watching him crumple to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Hours of being suspended upside down finally got to him because he did not move an inch from the spot where he fell. I observed him for another half an hour before coming to the conclusion that he was unconscious. Even if he wasn't, I was not going to venture into that room to confirm his well-being. The only disappointing thing would be him dying too early before I could have my fun.
I set aside my laptop, hooking up to the charger and turning up the volume. Sleep was not as important to me as keeping up with every single movement my brother made, I wanted to know as soon as even a fart left his body. He had lost all his autonomy, and I didn't want to miss any chance to rub it in. I turned my lights off only for them to be turned back on a second later.
I whipped my head ready to go to war with whoever was trying to interrupt the inset of my slumber, but was once again quickly silenced by the vision that graced my doorway. It wasn't the fact that she was in my room, switching on my lights and blocking my doorway; it was the attire she had on. Unlike Mercy, who had chosen to go with nothing, sunshine at least had the decency to throw something on. The article of clothing in question was nearly invisible, with the sheerest of all laces covering maybe 20 inches of skin. A slight breeze would have the dress that was currently being held together by a loosely tied string a the front over her head and away from sight.
It was clear what her intentions were, but she remained stuck at the door as if she had only accounted for getting to my room and not much else. A two-minute stare-off had me coming to two conclusions: one, although she had all but barged into my room uninvited, she was not going to be making any move. Two, my encounter with Mercy had awakened the lustful monster in me, because just standing there with confusion was the primary emotion both of us were currently feeling, my womanhood was already wet, and the now familiar thirst came back with a vengeance.
With Mercy, it was a learning experience; each movement and each interaction was novel and exciting, and the discovery definitely added to the pleasure. I now knew what was expected of me and how to bring pleasure to another person. Most importantly, that person was the silent yet deadly sunshine. A flash of the perfect day we had at the beach, all by ourselves, replayed in my memory. Her eyes had been filled with desire then, the drugs we had taken erasing any shred of timidity in her body. The lust was still present, still undeniable, but along with it was an uncertainty that was just as apparent.
I walked to her in four long strides, wanting to close the distance between us, but more importantly still, I needed a door between us and Mercy. One day, we could have an open and honest discussion about such matters, but I was a thousand percent sure that that day was definitely not the day to do it. I pulled Sunshine towards me and closed the door behind her. Aside from the two short steps it took to bring her chin to the top of my head, she did not move another muscle. She was a puppet, and I was the master. Unlike Mercy, she did not bring toys that depicted the extent of her surrender. She gave me her body in silence, pure and whole, and something about the older and taller female made my stomach clench in anticipation.
I took her hand and led her to my bed, and she followed me without any resistance. I pointed to the edge of the bed and signed for her to sit, and she did just like a good girl. No words other than a single command had been shared between us, and yet it was as if we had shared our most intimate thoughts and had come to an understanding. Mercy had presented herself to me naked, unhiding, and Sunshine offered me the opportunity to plunder and conquer, and it excited me just as Mercy's complete surrender.
I climbed onto her lap, my hands finding purchase at the roots of her hair, my fingers intertwining with her hair. I pulled her to me, and for the first time since coming into my room, she took initiative, closing the small distance that was left between us. She took to my lips with a hunger that almost drowned mine. Although silent, it was very hard to ignore Sunshine, and I could see her personality in her kiss. It was in the way her lips gently moved against mine with an urgency that bordered on roughness but never took it all the way.
While her lips fired my mind, her arms covered my waist, her grip continuously tightened with each passing second until it started to hurt. The desperation was also visible in the way her body was already grinding against mine. In the way her tongue warred with mine, in the way her hands were continuously trying to pull me closer despite the fact that I could no longer breathe, and her tongue was in my mouth.
Her impatience, which let her dominant side slip, turned me on more than I ever thought possible. I never imagined that someone having control over my body could ever excite me. Yet there I was, way from her greedy hands, trying to strip off my clothes as fast as was humanly possible. I only got to my pants before her hands found me again, dragging me to bed. My half-removed pants got caught up around my ankles, causing us to crash on the bed. It wasn't the most graceful way, but I landed on the bed buck naked, my pants remaining pooled around my feet. Sunshine became awestruck once again, remaining locked, still hovering on top of me.
My impatience got the best of me, and her halfway down on the bed made her easy to maneuver. I also had amazing core muscles, but most importantly, I doubt she would fight against me. I used my right thigh to push her upwards, and when I got the right hold, I flipped her over so that I was now straddling her. I touched her lips with mine for a second, wanting to savor the feel of her soft, supple skin against mine. The mound of heated flesh dispersed any coherent thoughts I had, and I too fell into her essence. I kissed her with the same she kissed me with, wanting nothing more than to make this moment last forever.
The lace she wore felt deliciously textured against my naked skin, giving me bumps of pleasure every time Sunshine moved against me. Long gone was her daze, and she returned my kiss immediately, deepening our kiss. While her tongue gently explored my mouth, weaving in and out in the most arousing pattern. her hands shattered my world in small stages. Her hands wrapped around my left breast and gave it a hard squeeze before gently caressing my breasts. The gesture sent a shiver of pleasure straight from my malfunctioning brain right to my core. My wetness had evolved to a full-blown flood, and without meaning to, I had started moaning.
Her hands moved to my back, her nails digging into my back, giving me a brand of pain I had not been subjected to. The pressure of her nails digging into her back did bring but the pleasure coursing through my body not only dulled the pain, it gave it a beautiful edge that was difficult to describe. Her mouth relinquished mine and began a fiery trail of pleasure from the back of my neck down to my collarbone along my shoulder, taking her sweet time so that by the time she got to my breast, I was nothing but a lustful body. She took her time torturing my nipples with her tongue, throwing in an occasional graze that would suspend over the edge of delicious discomfort that was slowly becoming addictive.
Her hands travelled downward until they got to the entrance of my wet and then proceeded to play ball with sanity as her finger rubbed at my clitoris, applying just the right amount of speed and force that was designed to dissolve any resistance. I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her hovering body to me, hoping the contact grounded me in some way. My body was already slick with sweat, and her lingerie was no longer on her, and I couldn't even pinpoint at what point it came off. The feel of her body against mine drove my desires even higher.
She pried herself away from my punishing grip and proceeded to plunge her tongue into my core, and the textured, heated, and wet appendage threw me over the edge. Every fiber of my being tightened with anticipation before waves of unadulterated pleasure flooded through my system. Her tongue did not relent all but diving in and out of me, leaving a trail of pleasure as it went. Sunshine did not relent until I was crushing her head with my thighs as another orgasm hit me.