Unspoken Pleasure

"Actually, pretty awesome," Lexi said. Molly ran the words through her head. Want to sit and watch TV? Want to go for a walk? Want to go make out in your room?

"I'm going to go work out," Lexi said. Molly settled back into the couch with a sigh.

One by one, the Campbell family filed into the house. Christine was next, then James. A part of Molly wished her brother would show up, too, but she knew Austin wasn't coming. The family not all together -- what had been normal before the start of the summer -- no longer felt right to Molly.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The blonde girl helped her mother make dinner, manicotti and salad, and the whole family sat around the kitchen table to eat. Another perfectly normal act that would have felt weird before the lake trip. "How was work?" Christine asked.

"Very good," James said, his mouth full of noodles. "It feels nice to be back in the office. Being in meetings. Reviewing budgets. You?"

"Lovely," Christine said, "Same patients. Same problems. Did you get what you were looking for at school, hon?"

"Yes, got all my books," Lexi said, "Plus a few other things I wasn't expecting to find."

"What about you, Molly?" James asked, "What did you get up to today?"

"I hung around the house, mostly," Molly said, so quiet she could barely hear herself over the clatter of utensils.

"Oh," James said.

"That's nice," Lexi said.

Christine tutted her tongue. "Well I'm glad we all had a successful day, whatever we were doing."

After dinner, Molly helped with the dishes, then went up to her room and lay down on the bed. It was only 7:30 -- what kind of weirdo went to bed at 7:30? -- but she couldn't think of anything to do but sleep. Was this really how it all ended? Soon, she'd be off to school. This episode in the series of her life would end. She found herself desperate to find the fast forward button, to skip to the next season. Molly Goes To College would be a much better series than what she was stuck watching now.

Everyone seemed so engaged. So energized. Why was it, when everyone else was happy, Molly had to be sad? She thought about the past few weeks. About everything she'd done. She knew she was supposed to feel guilty about it. Was that what she'd been doing? Punishing herself? For one moment, for a few weeks, Molly had truly found herself and what made her happy. And though the family might pretend otherwise, Molly knew it had made them feel good, too. And just like that, Molly made her decision.

She got up and went to take a shower. Molly looked down at her blonde muff and for a moment, though about shaving it. But she let the idea wash away. It looked good on Lexi, but Molly liked her little bush. It made her feel more like a

woman.

Molly got out, toweled off, and went to her bedroom. She brushed out her hair and let it hang as is. Then she put on something easy: a black tank top that did nothing to hide her massive chest, and a pair of shorts that did the same for her ample hips and backside. She looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, this was maximum Molly. She didn't need anything extra. Her simple, unadorned self was still the best version of her.

Satisfied, Molly marched across the hall and knocked on Lexi's door, hard. The tall brunette answered. She's changed into her workout clothes, shorts and a light t-shirt. She cocked an eyebrow at her younger sister. "Hey Molly, want to hang out?" Lexi asked.

"Yeah, about that," Molly said. In case her intention wasn't clear, Molly and pushed her older sister's chest and steered them both onto the little bed. Lexi could have fought her off, she supposed, but she didn't even bother to try. Molly pressed the advantage, pressing her lips to her sister's.

Lexi smelled of sweat and a slight perfume. Her lips were thin, not soft and lush like Molly's own. The passion of her kisses, though, made her affection clear. Molly didn't think of herself as a lesbian. She liked dick, like, a lot. But she enjoyed the difference of being with her sister, too. Lexi didn't have curves, exactly, but she was still feminine. Molly liked feeling her sister's little breasts press against her own. She liked reaching into Lexi's jeans and feeling her soft, warm furrow. Lexi rolled them over so that she was on top. Typical. They were both half naked now. Their hands between each other's bare legs. They hadn't stopped kissing since Molly came in the room.

"We never talk anymore," Lexi said. She kept rubbing Molly's clitty and it felt oh-so-nice. That was another thing Molly liked about being with a girl. Lexi got it.

"Is there something in particular you'd like to discuss?" Molly asked. She redoubled her efforts on Lexi's snatch, smooshing her clit the way she knew her sister would like. The blonde girl grinned as Lexi's body responded to her touch. Her older sister's eyes rolled back slightly. Her lip quivered.

"Uh... uh... Don't stop. Don'tstop. AH!" Lexi's whole body stiffened, then curled. She fell to Molly's side. Panting. Her eyes came back to center and she kissed her baby sister on the cheek. She started rubbing Molly's pussy again, slow and lazy. "You were saying?" Molly asked. She couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Wha? Oh -- nothing in particular," Lexi said, "It just seems like, I don't know, you're not happy." She stretched out lovely while she spoke. Like wringing out the last of her orgasm. She was still stroking her younger sister, but not in a way that would bring the blonde girl any closer to where she wanted to go.

"You've been talking to Mom," Molly said, more frustrated by what her sister was doing than what she was saying.

"Fuck Mom," Lexi said.

"Not right now," Molly said, "You should be more than enough to... Dammit, stop teasing me."

Lexi grinned naughtily, then started to rub faster. Her thin fingers flew over Molly's sex. Pressing her clit, pumping her fingers with the perfect amount of pressure and then OH!

"OH! ohfuck! yyyeeeeeeeSSSSSSS!" Molly's backside bucked upwards. Her legs kicked out and the pleasure overwhelmed her. She fell back to the bed. Lexi's hand was still on her sex, but Molly pushed it away. "Too sensitive."

The girls climbed over each other, still naked from the waist down. Molly could feel the heat of her older sister's sex on her thigh. Her own pussy kissed lightly on Lexi's leg. They held each other like lovers, which Molly supposed they were.