Chloe pushed her bedroom door open with her hip, her arms loaded down with textbooks and her backpack slung over one shoulder. She kicked the door shut behind her, sending her backpack flying onto the unmade bed. She flopped down onto the plush pillow, letting out a sigh of relief as she finally allowed herself to relax after a long day at school.
But as she lay there, she started to feel a familiar ache between her legs. It was a feeling she had been having more and more often lately, and she couldn't quite figure out what was causing it. She shifted on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but the ache only seemed to grow stronger.
With a frustrated huff, Chloe decided to take matters into her own hands. She reached down and slipped her hand under her school uniform skirt, rubbing her pussy against the soft fabric of the pillow. She closed her eyes, imagining it was her favorite celebrity's hand touching her, instead.
Just as she was starting to really get into it, the door to her bedroom burst open, causing Chloe to jump and quickly pull her hand away. "What the hell, Jake?" she snapped, her face turning beet red as she glared at her older brother.
Jake, who was only 16 but thought he was the king of the world, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I didn't realize you were so...busy," he said, emphasizing the last word.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Jake. I was just getting comfortable."
Jake chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. "Sure, sure. You know, if you need any help...I'm here."
Chloe rolled her eyes again. "Gross, Jake. I'm not a freak like you."
Jake laughed. "Hey, I'm not the one humping a pillow."
Chloe stuck her tongue out at him. "At least I'm not a virgin like you."
Jake's face turned red. "Shut up, Chloe. I'm not a virgin."
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Who's the lucky girl?"
Jake's face turned even redder. "I...I can't tell you."
Chloe laughed. "Right, because there is no lucky girl."
Jake glared at her. "I'm not a virgin, okay? I just...haven't found the right girl yet."
Chloe smirked. "Keep telling yourself that, Jake."
Jake rolled his eyes and left the room, leaving Chloe to her own devices. She couldn't help but laugh at her brother's expense, but she couldn't deny the ache between her legs was still there. She'll just have to find another way to satisfy it, she thought as she slipped her hand back under her skirt.
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