Brushing her lips with the pads of her forefinger, Emmeline's mind became chaotic with wild thoughts. Memory of what had happened earlier that day was indented in her mind. Silas' soft but harsh lips were not easily forgotten. On her way home from a hard day at work, she had finished earlier than usual and Marissa allowed her to go home early. The afternoon sun was radiating and warmed her skin.
The walk took longer than expected but Emmeline made her way home. Opened the door to her mother asleep and the home silent. She kissed her mother on the cheek, moving the light pieces of brown hair from her forehead to kiss. Adjusting the blanket to her satisfaction, Emmeline made it to her shared room and changed into a white dress that was made of light fabric, a white shawl laid upon her shoulders. Wearing this made her feel like an angel and made her feel comfortable.
A book was in her dominant hand and the other hand held a bucket so that she could fill it up with water from the well. She stepped into the green garden/field and sauntered to the sparse amount of trees that were in front of a crystal blue lake.
Standing tall was a tree that caught her eye and Emmeline made her way there to sit in front of the lake. The empty bucket had been placed to the side of the tree that she sat at and her book was opened, her eyes began to scan.
One thing that laid prominent upon her mind was the sensation she felt when Silas embraced her lips with his. The wet feeling she detected in her underwear was not foreign per se but what was strange was that it came out of her immensely.
Emmeline closed her book abruptly and looked around the area. Thinking about the events that happened made her pussy throb, which made her decide to lift her dress to her upper thigh. Observing the area again, she put her book to the side of her and palmed herself just as Silas did. Her breathing increased as she relaxed against the trunk of the tree.
Moving her underwear to the side, her fingers touched the area around her clit making her gasp. After a few moments, her fingers entered her core and this made her moan slightly. She bit her lip in concentration, reliving the moment earlier, the way she rubbed herself on Silas' leg and the way his large bulge was pressed against her stomach.
Imagining all this made her moan out as she increased the pace of her fingers, in and out. Her head pressed up against the tree and her mouth wide open allowing silent moans to escape.
Her knees neared her chest and her toes curled from the pleasurable stimulation she had created. She moaned out imagining Silas giving her pain-pleasure, coming to the sight of the image. Erratic breathing left her as she slowly pulled her fingers from her now satisfied pussy, she watched as a clear substance had coated her fingers.
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Pent up frustration, Silas knew that letting Emmeline go would make his 'future self' regret it but now his future self was his present self and he stood in the shower making a vivid recollection of the events earlier.
The water rained on his muscled back, easing the tension between them. One hand on the glass wall and the other itching to touch himself over the thought of Emmeline being naked under his own body.
Gripping himself, he began stroking lightly but as soon as he closed his eyes all he could see were images of her writhing under him, while he kissed down the valley of her breasts down to her gushing core. These thoughts made him grip himself tighter and stroked himself faster.
He groaned, pictured himself pounding into Emmeline's tight pussy making him screw his eyes tightly, crunching his hand on the glass into a hard fist and stroking himself at an increasing pace.
The veins in his neck appeared as he gritted his teeth, releasing his seed all over the glass in front of him. His breathing slowly reduced to a normal rate and he cleared his cum from the glass by aiming the showerhead at it.
Once he had finished, he put the showerhead back in its place and he wondered about something.
"What are you doing to me, Emmeline?" He whispered.
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"Do you need my help, Em?" A voice made Emmeline gaze up ahead of her in shock, she had been caught.
"I-" Emmeline didn't know what to say. Caught sitting with her dress on her hips, her knees bent, legs wide open and her fingers just outside the core they were pleasuring, coated in a glistening sheen. "Timothy, I can explain."
Timothy came closer to the tree that Emmeline resided by. Leaning on the trunk, he crossed his arms right above her frame. "I would rather you didn't." He smirked, "Don't you want to clean off in the lake? I will turn around."
He turned his back to the lake as Emmeline washed off, continuing to smile. He had never thought that Emmeline of all people would masturbate in an area that could be seen by most. Although most people were in town either selling or buying items, Timothy would have thought that she would still do it given her timid tendency.
"I'm done. Thank you for turning around." Emmeline said, her voice horse from moaning.
Faced towards Emmeline's now standing figure, he spoke, "Any man would do the same."
"But not all would do so." Emmeline countered. She had realised that Timothy's long blonde hair had now been cut short but still his curls were prominent.
"Then they shouldn't be considered men," Timothy stated.
She nodded, unable to keep her gaze still on the floor. "I am going to fetch water now, from the well."
"I will walk with you. Let's go."
They began their walk and Emmeline's prominent emotion was an embarrassment. Timothy was a neighbour as well as a close family friend, which she had masturbated in front of. Him being the same age made the situation feel just as strange to her.
"How long were you there for? You know, when I was um...?" Emmeline inquired wearily.
"Not long." Timothy grinned again and teased, "Although seeing your eyes roll back was a sight to behold."
Blush crawled onto her skin, "I am embarrassed," She admitted as they arrived at the stone well and began collecting water.
"There is no need to be embarrassed. It isn't an uncommon thing, even some may never admit that they do it." Timothy watched as she filled the bucket with water.
Finishing up, she turned to him, standing a few feet from her. "Thank you for making me feel better but I will need time to get over the mortifying event." She gave a tight lipped smile before picking up the bucket filled to the brim with water.
"Oh, let me help and don't worry, I myself have even forgotten what just happened." Timothy insisted.
They both walked back to the lodges, on the way talking about nothing in particular and laughing. Nearing Emmeline's home, they heard screaming.
Immediately Emmeline ran past two lodges before getting to her own home. "Emmeline!!" Esmeralda screamed at the top of her lungs.
Emmeline entered with Timothy right behind her and rushed to the living room, where Esme was kneeling beside their mother, who was barely breathing. "Emmeline!!" She sobbed and tears cascaded down her lightly bronzed cheeks.
"I'm here. I'm here, Esme." Emmeline hurriedly removed her sister off of their mother and hugged her tightly, while Timothy understood that he needed to carry their mother to the hospital as quickly as humanly possible. It wasn't a difficult task for him as their mother had a fairly small and short stature.
"Let's go, Esme. We need to follow Timothy. Come on." Emmeline helped a hysterical Esmeralda up from the wooden floor and they both rushed after Timothy to the hospital.
Hours had passed and now they were in the waiting room, ready for the doctors to tell them that their mother was okay and they could go home.
Esme had dozed off and Emmeline was close to doing the same. Timothy had gone home after checking to see if the girls were okay.
The sun was about to rise and no news was given to the daughters. Their mother's attack was worse than Emmeline thought, making her lip wobble and tears roll down her cheek. It was time for her to wake her sister and make her way to work.
She had been able to persuade Esme to go to school however this time she was more reluctant to go since this time their mother had been in a very serious condition. A condition they had never seen before.
Currently, Emmeline was on her way to the palace but no matter how hard she tried the tears would always disobey what she wanted. This made her walk slower than usual, drowned in despair.
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A/N
Thought I would update early this week. Just a reminder this book is an alternate universe 16th-17th century, meaning they will have modern thing just in a different time period. (Hope this makes sense.)
What do you guys think of Timothy?
About to start exams, have I revised...nope 😅
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~Peitho