Another Dawn; Act I; Setting the Blame
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Day of Blame
Another Dawn; Lady Ochre; Incredibles, the; Fiction
Beta Reader: englishwitch
Rating/Codes: R; Language, WIP, OC, OFC, Het, Fist, SoloF
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See prologue for full legal disclaimers, conditions, ownerships, etc...
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THIS WAS WRITTEN AS A SEQUEL TO ENGLISHWITCH’S *TEST OF THE HEART*.
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Summary; Another Dawn; Act One:
Sequel to englishwitch’s “Test of the Heart”. Sixteen years have passed and the Rydingers lead somewhat normal lives. Violet has her job at the Agency, Tony works, and they’ve produced three beautiful children. But times of peace cannot last forever, and virginity is the hope of a peaceful era.
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Disclaimer
Pixar and Disney own “The Incredibles” and the animated short “Jack-Jack Attack!” This was written without their permission under poetic and non-profit conditions. This is a work of fiction. I am not responsible for stupidity.
--
my original characters: Jarr, John Pravis, Kyrie, Sabrina
inconsequential characters: Cruncher, Guy, Phantrum
*I will not repeat character names. See previous chapters.
--
Adult situations: M/F//Consensual (Vi’/Tony), Self (Vi’), AL (approx.5)
A note on this “adult situations” blurb. First mentioned are sex scenes. Then Adult Language (AL), then whatever else that might be construed as “disturbing content”.
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A more symbolic name for Kyrie would be appreciated.
Email suggestions to (lady _ ochre @ hotmail . com) without spaces.
~~Act I: Setting the Blame~~
~~Chapter One: Day of Blame~~
...sixteen years later...
“Oh, God, Tony,” Violet grunted quietly as her husband thrust in and out of her, “Fuck me.”
As he had for so many years, he obeyed her and increased his efforts. The dim room echoed the sounds of their lovemaking. In and out, in and out, increasing the pleasure between them with each thrust. She could feel that he was holding back again, waiting for her to reach the same level of pleasure. The man’s endurance never ceased to amaze her.
She reached climax before long crying with a muffled voice, “God, Tony! I’m going to cum!”
“Hold on, Vi’.”
Their juices mixed and their passion slowed. She felt herself overflowing with his sperm as he fell on her chest. Another thing that had always amazed her about Tony was the fact he always came in abundance. Every time he did, it made her feel like the luckiest lass in the world. Everything about him was incredible: his superhuman endurance; his hot, creamy cum; his sheer *size*!
“How are you doing, love?” she asked him as she gently pushed him off her.
“I don’t know if it’s because you’re a Super or if I’m just the luckiest guy in the world, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with.”
“Don’t be so flattering,” Violet chided him, “I’ll die of embarrassment.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he kissed her forehead.
“What’ll you do this morning?”
“I thought I’d catch a little sleep and go into work late. They don’t need me much this morning, I don’t think,” he grinned, “And you’ve kept me up most of the night.”
She smiled coyly, “Do you really mind it that much?”
He acted shocked, “Of course not! What kind of question is that?”
They lay back on the pillows and Violet played with his hair. His beautiful, blonde hair.
“But you know. I’m no Super. And you seem to be able to go on forever.”
“I can’t. When it comes to sex, I’m like any other girl.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, Tony.”
Their mouths met and her tongue pierced his lips. They battled for several moments, working up new energy to fuck again. The bedside alarm rang, though, interrupting their moment.
“Damn,” Violet whacked the sleep button, “I guess I’ve got to get up. The kids have to go to school. See you after work.”
“Good luck today, love,” he encouraged her, “Go get ‘em.”
She rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water running flowed into the bedroom from the open door. She knew he would fall asleep to dreams of her, naked, taking her shower. The thought of his member in full size hardened her nipples but she resisted the urge to masturbate. She didn’t have time right now but she would later.
She spent five minutes in the shower, washing away their sex juices and the sheen of sweat that had grown over her. Quickly, she threw on her clothes and stepped into the hall.
It was quiet, as it always was so early in the morning, when she knocked on her eldest’s door. Kyrie would be sixteen in half a year and went through school with what she called a “slower pace”. While others were trying desperately to get top grades, she was actually trying not to. Violet had been surprised when their first child had turned out to be a genius. But Kyrie didn’t like attention and did the best in her class by only a little to rank second in the school.
Intelligence, Violet was assured, is not a Super-power. She had inherited her mother’s ability to create force fields and it was obvious she was keeping another power hidden away. Vi’ wasn’t bothered with Kyrie’s hidden ability because she had tried to hide her powers from her parents as long as she was able. Everything would happen as it happened.
Violet knocked quietly and walked in, “Kyrie. Time to wake up.”
The youth rolled over, took a peek at her radio-clock and pulled her covers over her head, “Ten more minutes, mom.”
Violet smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.
--
The next wake up call was the youngest, Sabrina. The child’s tenth birthday was quickly approaching thought Violet with concern. Though not the most stunning baby, she had unnatural, luxurious purple hair similar to her mother’s glossy straights. It was too different for some people, but Sabrina’s parents saw her as one of the world’s most beautiful girls.
When Violet tried to turn the knob, a shrieking voice erupted from the room, “I’m awake, mom! Stay out!”
Violet smiled, considered opening the door to her daughter’s horror, then thought otherwise, and moved into the kitchen. As was usual every morning, Jarr refused to be woken by either parent.
--
Jarr appeared at the breakfast table on Kyrie’s tail as the scents of bacon, eggs, and hash browns filled the house. Sabrina, of course, was already seated. Violet set the table with the ease of practice and tossed a couple of cooked eggs over to the table.
“Woah!” Kyrie exclaimed and grabbed the eggs with a small force field before landing them gently to her plate, “Jeez, mom. There are other ways to wake me in the morning.”
“Have to keep your speed up, dear.”
“Where’s daddy?” Sabrina asked digging into the hash browns.
“Your father is very tired,” Violet explained, “And they don’t need him at work this morning. Let’s let him sleep in, alright?”
“Sure, mom,” Jarr bit into the toast and smiled, “Did you hear the news last night? They say the Wind Robber took another three thousand from the Westbank this morning.”
“It’s a Super,” Kyrie said, brandishing her fork to make her point, “It has to be. Sounds too much like a ghost story.”
“If it’s a Super, you’ll catch him, right, mom?”
“If that’s the job, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Do you think anyone in the whole school’s got a mom as cool as us?”
There was agreement around the table. Violet smiled and glimpsed the microwave’s clock, “Oh! You’re going to be late! Hurry up you three.”
“You’re as slow as us, mom.”
“Hurry up.”
They piled into the family car, a five-seat people-carrier. Because they were late, Violet had them all sit in passenger seats. Usually, she would take shotgun and let Kyrie drive.
--
It wasn’t long before she had them all running into the school. She watched with pride as they joined the waves of children. She finally knew how her dad had felt sending her and Dash off to school. Pride combined with fear and a little spice of hope. Hm.
At the next block, she turned right and then into the deserted back alley that seemed to lead away from the school. She reached under the driver’s wheel and pushed a hidden button only she knew of. In front of her, the road dropped to reveal a hidden ramp that led to a secret base. Turning on her headlights and slipping on her Supermask, she drove down into the darkness, the entrance closing behind her.
She found her way through the underground car lot and parked in her stall. A golden plaque greeted her; “Vanisher: Super of the Week”
She grinned.
She locked her car and walked the short distance to the express elevator. The door closed behind her and a panel popped out of the wall. She quickly typed in her passcode and the numerical panel was replaced with a retinal scan. She allowed the scanner to take her eye through a thin force field, as was her habit. She blinked protective tears away after the blue beam passed. With all the technological resources available, the Agency’s retina scan always bothered the eyes. She remembered Plasmabolt complaining about it before retiring.
The computer asked her destination.
“Briefing room.”
Violet, or Vanisher as she was known in the Super world, pressed her mask to her face to be sure it was secure. She was still in her street clothes and knew she would be reprimanded, but there was nothing to do. The door soon opened to reveal a dark room with a long table. Half a dozen egg-like chairs turned in her direction and their Team Watcher, Mr. Pravis, turned a scolding eye on her, “You’re late, Vanisher.”
“Sorry, John,” the Super shrugged, “It’s been a slow morning.”
“Every time you’re late, that cheque you receive in the mail shrinks,” the Watcher said, his eternally unhappy face deepening in its unhappiness, “You’re paid by the hour. And you’re not even in uniform.”
“My husband works, too, John,” she snickered, “You remember him from the company barbeque? Tall, blonde? Had to wear a mask?”
“Just sit down, Vanisher.”
As usual, several seats were offered but she disappointed her suitors and sat down beside the light-blue and white-wearing Frozone. Mr. Pravis turned back to his screen and Violet leaned over, “What’d I miss?”
“He’s just repeating what the papers have been saying all week,” the older man whispered back, “But you should really try to come in on time every once in a while, Vee.”
“I’m just more relaxed in my marriage than you are, Frozone,” she smiled, “Your wife has you whipped.”
“I’m more responsible, is all. Oh. Here we are.”
“...yesterday was repeated this morning. You all know the accounts by now; the media has covered this fiasco well. A wind in the bank and money’s suddenly missing. The Pentagon is starting to become worried. Agent One sent us some information last night. We’re to apprehend and question – gently, Cruncher; they might not be guilty of anything – the Supers on this list.”
The names went by with faces and powers. A bunch of people whose powers weren’t powerful started the list going to more dangerous Super powers. Number fourteen on the list caught Vanisher’s attention.
“Hey, Vee,” Frozone leaned back and whispered, “Isn’t that...?”
“Yeah,” Violet said, hoping that she sounded as angry as she was afraid, “That’s my brother.”
Four more names came but all went ignored to Violet. She concentrated on her brother’s face, his Super name, Dasher, and his rating of danger (“Caution: Approach carefully”). Then the meeting was over and they were each assigned their tasks.
“Vanisher, you and Frozone work well together. The Agency wants you to check on the whereabouts of Phantrum. Frozone can pilot one of our gliders.”
“Sir,” Violet said, “I’d like to–”
“I know you want to go after your brother, Vanisher,” John Pravis interrupted her, “But the answer is no. That’s final. Agent One said you’d understand.”
“Yes, Mister Pravis.”
“Frozone, you look after her.”
“’course I will.”
--
When Violet returned home later, it was to an empty house. At first she was surprised, but then she realised it was Friday. The children had all asked for permission to go off and vanish with friends. The weekend ritual. As long as she and Tony could contact them or be contacted by them, it was fine. She hit the messages on the answering machine. The first was from her father complaining about the treatment Dash would receive and asking that she talk to her boss as quickly as possible and fix the matter. The second was Tony, which she replayed just to hear his sweet voice.
“Yeah, so Guy told us at work that he’s getting married next week. You remember him, right? He’s the architect who looks tiny and lifts weights? Well we decided we’d throw him a bachelor party. Don’t worry; I’ll be good. But I’ll be out late, alright? Love you. Thousand kisses. Bye. (click)”
The third was Helen. Violet’s mother called to chide her about her performance on Phantrum; “I know you’re worried about your brother, but Phantrum didn’t need the broken nose. That’s no way for a Parr to behave.”
Yada yada yada...
Violet didn’t care.
The last was Rick Dicker; “I thought you might want to talk. Get something off your chest, you understand. I have time to visit for an early lunch tomorrow. Call my cell.”
Right.
Tired of the silent house and, for whatever reason, in need of some dick, she popped into the shower to clear her head. She turned the water colder than usual and just stood there, thinking. She pictured Tony’s cock and imagined it entering her pussy. The image combined with the cold shower hardened her nipples. She massaged her nipple and cried out at the feeling. She didn’t have Tony’s skill, but it would do.
After several moments, the massage wasn’t doing it for her. So she slipped a hand to her crotch and flicked her clit.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as her finger slid into her pussy, sending whirls of sensation through her body. One finger did not fit the image in her head. She sent in two more, finger-fucking herself. She slipped them in and out, in and out, building the sensual feeling. But it still wasn’t Tony. She didn’t know if she could *cum* unless it was Tony.
Her entire hand entered her crevice and the pleasure increased. Nearly hand-fucking herself and it wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t enough!
The doorbell rang and snapped Violet from her self-sex. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She just wanted to ignore it, but the mood was ruined. She stepped out of the shower as the doorbell rang again, twice in quick succession.
She shook her head and grabbed a bathrobe, heading down the hall to the front door. The doorbell sounded again, urgently.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Violet reached the door and opened it.
She inhaled suddenly, one hand on her bathrobe and the other on the handle. Questions ran through her mind. Could she trap him in a force field? Had he already been questioned? What was he doing here?
“Uh... Hey, sis.”
--
To be continued...
*
Lady OCHRE
Beta Reader: englishwitch
Rating/Codes: R; Language, WIP, OC, OFC, Het, Fist, SoloF
--
See prologue for full legal disclaimers, conditions, ownerships, etc...
--
THIS WAS WRITTEN AS A SEQUEL TO ENGLISHWITCH’S *TEST OF THE HEART*.
--
Summary; Another Dawn; Act One:
Sequel to englishwitch’s “Test of the Heart”. Sixteen years have passed and the Rydingers lead somewhat normal lives. Violet has her job at the Agency, Tony works, and they’ve produced three beautiful children. But times of peace cannot last forever, and virginity is the hope of a peaceful era.
--
Disclaimer
Pixar and Disney own “The Incredibles” and the animated short “Jack-Jack Attack!” This was written without their permission under poetic and non-profit conditions. This is a work of fiction. I am not responsible for stupidity.
--
my original characters: Jarr, John Pravis, Kyrie, Sabrina
inconsequential characters: Cruncher, Guy, Phantrum
*I will not repeat character names. See previous chapters.
--
Adult situations: M/F//Consensual (Vi’/Tony), Self (Vi’), AL (approx.5)
A note on this “adult situations” blurb. First mentioned are sex scenes. Then Adult Language (AL), then whatever else that might be construed as “disturbing content”.
--
A more symbolic name for Kyrie would be appreciated.
Email suggestions to (lady _ ochre @ hotmail . com) without spaces.
~~Act I: Setting the Blame~~
~~Chapter One: Day of Blame~~
...sixteen years later...
“Oh, God, Tony,” Violet grunted quietly as her husband thrust in and out of her, “Fuck me.”
As he had for so many years, he obeyed her and increased his efforts. The dim room echoed the sounds of their lovemaking. In and out, in and out, increasing the pleasure between them with each thrust. She could feel that he was holding back again, waiting for her to reach the same level of pleasure. The man’s endurance never ceased to amaze her.
She reached climax before long crying with a muffled voice, “God, Tony! I’m going to cum!”
“Hold on, Vi’.”
Their juices mixed and their passion slowed. She felt herself overflowing with his sperm as he fell on her chest. Another thing that had always amazed her about Tony was the fact he always came in abundance. Every time he did, it made her feel like the luckiest lass in the world. Everything about him was incredible: his superhuman endurance; his hot, creamy cum; his sheer *size*!
“How are you doing, love?” she asked him as she gently pushed him off her.
“I don’t know if it’s because you’re a Super or if I’m just the luckiest guy in the world, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with.”
“Don’t be so flattering,” Violet chided him, “I’ll die of embarrassment.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he kissed her forehead.
“What’ll you do this morning?”
“I thought I’d catch a little sleep and go into work late. They don’t need me much this morning, I don’t think,” he grinned, “And you’ve kept me up most of the night.”
She smiled coyly, “Do you really mind it that much?”
He acted shocked, “Of course not! What kind of question is that?”
They lay back on the pillows and Violet played with his hair. His beautiful, blonde hair.
“But you know. I’m no Super. And you seem to be able to go on forever.”
“I can’t. When it comes to sex, I’m like any other girl.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, Tony.”
Their mouths met and her tongue pierced his lips. They battled for several moments, working up new energy to fuck again. The bedside alarm rang, though, interrupting their moment.
“Damn,” Violet whacked the sleep button, “I guess I’ve got to get up. The kids have to go to school. See you after work.”
“Good luck today, love,” he encouraged her, “Go get ‘em.”
She rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water running flowed into the bedroom from the open door. She knew he would fall asleep to dreams of her, naked, taking her shower. The thought of his member in full size hardened her nipples but she resisted the urge to masturbate. She didn’t have time right now but she would later.
She spent five minutes in the shower, washing away their sex juices and the sheen of sweat that had grown over her. Quickly, she threw on her clothes and stepped into the hall.
It was quiet, as it always was so early in the morning, when she knocked on her eldest’s door. Kyrie would be sixteen in half a year and went through school with what she called a “slower pace”. While others were trying desperately to get top grades, she was actually trying not to. Violet had been surprised when their first child had turned out to be a genius. But Kyrie didn’t like attention and did the best in her class by only a little to rank second in the school.
Intelligence, Violet was assured, is not a Super-power. She had inherited her mother’s ability to create force fields and it was obvious she was keeping another power hidden away. Vi’ wasn’t bothered with Kyrie’s hidden ability because she had tried to hide her powers from her parents as long as she was able. Everything would happen as it happened.
Violet knocked quietly and walked in, “Kyrie. Time to wake up.”
The youth rolled over, took a peek at her radio-clock and pulled her covers over her head, “Ten more minutes, mom.”
Violet smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.
--
The next wake up call was the youngest, Sabrina. The child’s tenth birthday was quickly approaching thought Violet with concern. Though not the most stunning baby, she had unnatural, luxurious purple hair similar to her mother’s glossy straights. It was too different for some people, but Sabrina’s parents saw her as one of the world’s most beautiful girls.
When Violet tried to turn the knob, a shrieking voice erupted from the room, “I’m awake, mom! Stay out!”
Violet smiled, considered opening the door to her daughter’s horror, then thought otherwise, and moved into the kitchen. As was usual every morning, Jarr refused to be woken by either parent.
--
Jarr appeared at the breakfast table on Kyrie’s tail as the scents of bacon, eggs, and hash browns filled the house. Sabrina, of course, was already seated. Violet set the table with the ease of practice and tossed a couple of cooked eggs over to the table.
“Woah!” Kyrie exclaimed and grabbed the eggs with a small force field before landing them gently to her plate, “Jeez, mom. There are other ways to wake me in the morning.”
“Have to keep your speed up, dear.”
“Where’s daddy?” Sabrina asked digging into the hash browns.
“Your father is very tired,” Violet explained, “And they don’t need him at work this morning. Let’s let him sleep in, alright?”
“Sure, mom,” Jarr bit into the toast and smiled, “Did you hear the news last night? They say the Wind Robber took another three thousand from the Westbank this morning.”
“It’s a Super,” Kyrie said, brandishing her fork to make her point, “It has to be. Sounds too much like a ghost story.”
“If it’s a Super, you’ll catch him, right, mom?”
“If that’s the job, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Do you think anyone in the whole school’s got a mom as cool as us?”
There was agreement around the table. Violet smiled and glimpsed the microwave’s clock, “Oh! You’re going to be late! Hurry up you three.”
“You’re as slow as us, mom.”
“Hurry up.”
They piled into the family car, a five-seat people-carrier. Because they were late, Violet had them all sit in passenger seats. Usually, she would take shotgun and let Kyrie drive.
--
It wasn’t long before she had them all running into the school. She watched with pride as they joined the waves of children. She finally knew how her dad had felt sending her and Dash off to school. Pride combined with fear and a little spice of hope. Hm.
At the next block, she turned right and then into the deserted back alley that seemed to lead away from the school. She reached under the driver’s wheel and pushed a hidden button only she knew of. In front of her, the road dropped to reveal a hidden ramp that led to a secret base. Turning on her headlights and slipping on her Supermask, she drove down into the darkness, the entrance closing behind her.
She found her way through the underground car lot and parked in her stall. A golden plaque greeted her; “Vanisher: Super of the Week”
She grinned.
She locked her car and walked the short distance to the express elevator. The door closed behind her and a panel popped out of the wall. She quickly typed in her passcode and the numerical panel was replaced with a retinal scan. She allowed the scanner to take her eye through a thin force field, as was her habit. She blinked protective tears away after the blue beam passed. With all the technological resources available, the Agency’s retina scan always bothered the eyes. She remembered Plasmabolt complaining about it before retiring.
The computer asked her destination.
“Briefing room.”
Violet, or Vanisher as she was known in the Super world, pressed her mask to her face to be sure it was secure. She was still in her street clothes and knew she would be reprimanded, but there was nothing to do. The door soon opened to reveal a dark room with a long table. Half a dozen egg-like chairs turned in her direction and their Team Watcher, Mr. Pravis, turned a scolding eye on her, “You’re late, Vanisher.”
“Sorry, John,” the Super shrugged, “It’s been a slow morning.”
“Every time you’re late, that cheque you receive in the mail shrinks,” the Watcher said, his eternally unhappy face deepening in its unhappiness, “You’re paid by the hour. And you’re not even in uniform.”
“My husband works, too, John,” she snickered, “You remember him from the company barbeque? Tall, blonde? Had to wear a mask?”
“Just sit down, Vanisher.”
As usual, several seats were offered but she disappointed her suitors and sat down beside the light-blue and white-wearing Frozone. Mr. Pravis turned back to his screen and Violet leaned over, “What’d I miss?”
“He’s just repeating what the papers have been saying all week,” the older man whispered back, “But you should really try to come in on time every once in a while, Vee.”
“I’m just more relaxed in my marriage than you are, Frozone,” she smiled, “Your wife has you whipped.”
“I’m more responsible, is all. Oh. Here we are.”
“...yesterday was repeated this morning. You all know the accounts by now; the media has covered this fiasco well. A wind in the bank and money’s suddenly missing. The Pentagon is starting to become worried. Agent One sent us some information last night. We’re to apprehend and question – gently, Cruncher; they might not be guilty of anything – the Supers on this list.”
The names went by with faces and powers. A bunch of people whose powers weren’t powerful started the list going to more dangerous Super powers. Number fourteen on the list caught Vanisher’s attention.
“Hey, Vee,” Frozone leaned back and whispered, “Isn’t that...?”
“Yeah,” Violet said, hoping that she sounded as angry as she was afraid, “That’s my brother.”
Four more names came but all went ignored to Violet. She concentrated on her brother’s face, his Super name, Dasher, and his rating of danger (“Caution: Approach carefully”). Then the meeting was over and they were each assigned their tasks.
“Vanisher, you and Frozone work well together. The Agency wants you to check on the whereabouts of Phantrum. Frozone can pilot one of our gliders.”
“Sir,” Violet said, “I’d like to–”
“I know you want to go after your brother, Vanisher,” John Pravis interrupted her, “But the answer is no. That’s final. Agent One said you’d understand.”
“Yes, Mister Pravis.”
“Frozone, you look after her.”
“’course I will.”
--
When Violet returned home later, it was to an empty house. At first she was surprised, but then she realised it was Friday. The children had all asked for permission to go off and vanish with friends. The weekend ritual. As long as she and Tony could contact them or be contacted by them, it was fine. She hit the messages on the answering machine. The first was from her father complaining about the treatment Dash would receive and asking that she talk to her boss as quickly as possible and fix the matter. The second was Tony, which she replayed just to hear his sweet voice.
“Yeah, so Guy told us at work that he’s getting married next week. You remember him, right? He’s the architect who looks tiny and lifts weights? Well we decided we’d throw him a bachelor party. Don’t worry; I’ll be good. But I’ll be out late, alright? Love you. Thousand kisses. Bye. (click)”
The third was Helen. Violet’s mother called to chide her about her performance on Phantrum; “I know you’re worried about your brother, but Phantrum didn’t need the broken nose. That’s no way for a Parr to behave.”
Yada yada yada...
Violet didn’t care.
The last was Rick Dicker; “I thought you might want to talk. Get something off your chest, you understand. I have time to visit for an early lunch tomorrow. Call my cell.”
Right.
Tired of the silent house and, for whatever reason, in need of some dick, she popped into the shower to clear her head. She turned the water colder than usual and just stood there, thinking. She pictured Tony’s cock and imagined it entering her pussy. The image combined with the cold shower hardened her nipples. She massaged her nipple and cried out at the feeling. She didn’t have Tony’s skill, but it would do.
After several moments, the massage wasn’t doing it for her. So she slipped a hand to her crotch and flicked her clit.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as her finger slid into her pussy, sending whirls of sensation through her body. One finger did not fit the image in her head. She sent in two more, finger-fucking herself. She slipped them in and out, in and out, building the sensual feeling. But it still wasn’t Tony. She didn’t know if she could *cum* unless it was Tony.
Her entire hand entered her crevice and the pleasure increased. Nearly hand-fucking herself and it wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t enough!
The doorbell rang and snapped Violet from her self-sex. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She just wanted to ignore it, but the mood was ruined. She stepped out of the shower as the doorbell rang again, twice in quick succession.
She shook her head and grabbed a bathrobe, heading down the hall to the front door. The doorbell sounded again, urgently.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Violet reached the door and opened it.
She inhaled suddenly, one hand on her bathrobe and the other on the handle. Questions ran through her mind. Could she trap him in a force field? Had he already been questioned? What was he doing here?
“Uh... Hey, sis.”
--
To be continued...
*
Lady OCHRE