She moaned, her toes clutching, tremors of pleasure pulsing through her body. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what she'd found in Skip's bedroom, trying to concentrate completely on the sensations coursing through her body. She wanted to forget what she'd discovered in Skip's bedroom, which was something too wicked to even think about. How could he! How could her perfect twin brother possibly have written such filthy things! She must have imagined it!

She writhed on the bed, moaning as she finger-fucked her sizzling, juice-oozing crotch. Each thrust of her finger up her virgin fuck-hole sent an electric current through her loins and made her gasp. Her slippery, squirming, red-hot clit screamed with sensation each time her finger touched it and she chewed her lips to keep from crying out loud.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating. She never did it unless she absolutely had to, only did it when the sexual tension built to such a pitch in her loins that she could think of nothing else but relieving herself of the agony. Twice, maybe three times a month, she was forced to relieve herself. Once a week at the most. Masturbation was a wicked, sinful practice. If anybody ever found out she jerked off, she'd never be able to face them again.

"Oooh, yesss!" she breathed.

Despite herself, she felt so good she wanted to whine out loud. As she squirmed on the bed, her blonde head rolling from side to side, her right hand jerking rhythmically between her legs, she massaged her belly and tits with her left hand. Her skin was so smooth and silky and hot. She loved herself. As wicked and perverted as it sounded, she was crazy about her own voluptuous young body.