11

Khloe

I answer the phone waiting to hear that she has passed away. To my surprise I hear that her condition has stabilized. I was getting angry, why can't I just get rid of her?

Why doesn't she just die?

Why? Why not? Why not? Why?

Enraged I go to my room and the first thing I do is throw a pillow at the wall, from the pillow it went to the sheet and from sheet to the set of pens that was on the little table in the corner of the room.

I sit down on the exposed mattress of the bed and pull out a picture of Finn from the nightstand. I've had the picture for a long time and I hardly brought it in without my brother or even Finn seeing it.

I gazed lovingly at the picture of Finn and felt like something inside me was about to explode.

I quickly put a hand in my pants, I wasn't wearing underwear so my private area was more accessible.

I don't know why I had done that but I felt the need for something.

I take off my pants, leaving myself exposed, spread my legs and start rubbing my clitoris. My mind was filled with fragments of some Finn-related event.

The images jump to one from a long time ago, an image from when I first had sex with Finn. We were two mindless teenagers, enjoying life and not caring about the circumstances. We were at his house, nobody else was there but us.

The image intensifies as does my desire to pleasure myself.

Did you come?

Finn!

You want me to slow down?

I love you!

How does that feel? Do you like it?

Ah! Ah! Finn, I love you.

I insert two fingers into my vagina and moan louder and louder. I needed something to touch me so I grab the only pillow left on the bed.

I get down on my knees and I put the pillow between my legs. I move back and forth and moan uncontrollably.

My movements intensified the more I thought about Finn.

I cum and breathe heavily.

Finn wasn't home and neither was Hugo so after washing my hands I go to Finn's room.

It was a plain room all that was different was some decoration there was a poster of his favorite show "Friends" and another detail that caught my attention is Taylor Swift's album

"The Tortured Poets Department" next to which I saw a book. "Crime and Punishment" by Fyodor Dostoevsky.

He has good taste, at least I think.

I poke around in his room a little more and find in the pocket of a jacket in his closet a sachet of some substance. Drugs?

Uh, no. No way, Finn doesn't do drugs.

Or is there a possibility that he does?