I wasn't supposed to touch myself, because my holes don't belong to me. I knew I would get punished as soon as they came upstairs. But to my surprise, I didn't hear the creak of the stairs. I resumed my pleasure & pumped into myself even harder. My orgasm was working its way back to my pleasure center & fast. "Uhhh.. God yes!" I bucked my hips up to meet my fingers, which worked skillfully. A few pumps later and I released all over my hand & the sheets, leaving an obvious wet spot. After I caught my breath, I shot up to take the sheets to the laundry area. I opened the door I had shut and there stood Harry & Edward. "Um, Y/N what are you doing?" Harry pondered. "I uh.. I spilled my juice on the bed by accident." I replied. "What kinda juice?" Edward snapped, inching toward me. "This kinda juice?" He asked, cupping my sex with 4 fingers. I let out a strangled moan, my orgasm making me extra sensitive. "N-no." I breathed out. "I don't believe you." Harry stated, also stepping forward. Edward grabbed my hand & brought it to his face. He sucked on my middle & ring finger, causing my breath to hitch. "Y/N.. were you touching yourself?" My face was flushed with embarrassment & the whole room was spinning. He used two fingers and lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Answer me." He ordered through gritted teeth.
