My submissive-an evil angel

Untitled Part 8

Next week, I found out that I had.

Things had gone back a step between us in everyday life, the relaxed chatting replaced with the former icy silence. But she still didn't dare insult me any more. And Jamie didn't really notice any difference. My sister was great, but she could be somewhat socially dense at times, completely missing out on the clear tension between me and Lucy.

That night she knocked on the door at around midnight.

"Yes?" I said.

She opened slowly and walked in, closing the door gently behind her. She was wearing a thin night gown. It wasn't anything too erotic, but I could tell from the thin weave that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I doubted she would have dressed like that to share a bed with my sister.

She stood at the door, her arms straight down at her sides, staring at the floor.

"What?" I said.

"Look..." she said. "Are we going to...do something tonight, or not? I'm getting kind of anxious, if you know what I mean."

I sighed.

"No Lucy, what do you mean?"

She looked up.

"I mean..." she said, "I haven't...cum, since the last time we...you know..."

"Well, you went your whole life without an orgasm up until two weeks ago, why the sudden hurry for another?" I asked.

She looked away. She laced her fingers in front of her, fidgeting and nervous.

"It's...it feels different now. It's like my body has...woken up, or something." she said.

I didn't say anything.

"I just...I never really got horny that much before, but now...I get wet, sometimes, when I'm alone...And you told me not to...to touch myself..." she trailed off.

I was surprised she'd remembered to obey that rule even when I wasn't around.

"I dumped my boyfriend." she said, "I know you don't care, but I didn't want to be with him any more."

She looked away again, nervously.

"And...you told me to practice, I've been practising." she said.

Told, not asked. Better.

"Practising what?" I asked.

"Giving head. I'm getting pretty good, I think."