Chapter 10

Just down the street from the Cambridge house was the slightly smaller home of the Daloudin family. Like their neighbors, a small drama was unfolding there as well.

Lana lay in her bed in her usual nighttime attire, a pair of white lace bikini panties and white sports bra. The night stand lamp shone it's soft light off her dusky mocha colored skin that glistened with sweat as her huge chest heaved with the effort to draw air into her lungs. Unseen to the naked eye was a small pink vibrator "egg" nestled in the dark folds of her labia. It hummed softly as it vibrated within her pink inner flesh and caused her clit to shake softly against the lacey fabric of her panties. It was one of several sex toys that Lana owned and was one of her favorites because she could use it even when sitting at the dinner table with her parents without anyone even knowing. It was always a thrill for her to pleasure herself in front of others without them ever knowing. She knew she was a bit of an exhibitionist, but she didn't mind. It was her secret thrill and she loved it.

This time, like every time since she came to appreciate boys. Her fantasies centered around the love of her life, Phillip Cambridge. He was as much her secret as her collection of sex toys were. At least, she hoped he was still a secret from her parents, since her twin Oscar revealed that he knew about her feelings. Lana loved her parents, Patty and Anton. But they wouldn't understand about Phillip. They weren't a racist or bigoted couple, as their unconditional acceptance of their only son's sexual preference showed. But they wanted Lana to marry a nice black boy. White boys being acceptable as friends but not as boyfriends.

The reasons were both simple and complicated. Her mother Patty came from a well off middle-class black family that made sure she and her sister had the opportunities they'd never had. This included making sure both girls graduated from college, something neither of Patty's parents had done. It was while attending Stanford University that Patty met her future husband Anton. Unlike her, he had grown up in the slums of east LA. He was one of nine children born to a drug addicted mother who had no idea who the father of any of her children's fathers were. Anton had been a small time gangbanger for most of his life, but a desire to escape from the hell his life was had driven him to finish high school. Two days after finishing school he was headed to Marine boot camp. Four years later he used his GI bill to pay for his college education at Stanford. When Patty and Anton met it had been love at first sight. They'd married shortly after finishing school and moved to Chicago to be closer to Patty's family after she learned she was preggers with the twins. Now they were both successful business owners, owning a small chain of fast food chicken restaurants and a large online mail order crafts business.

They were surprisingly supportive when they found out that Oscar was gay, but they had dropped some not so subtle hints to their daughter that they expected her to find a suitable black young man for dating. She kept her desire to date only Phillip a secret by not dating at all. Her parents thought that she was simply dedicated to her computers and her education, and up until that afternoon she'd thought her twin brother felt the same. Now she knew different.

As the egg in her pussy continued to hum and bring her to yet another small orgasm, her mind continued to think about Phillip. She saw him in her mind's eye looming over her. His thickly muscled chest heaving as he licked and nibbled her neck. His hands roaming her body and his cock thrusting powerfully into her untouched quim. God how she longed for him. She replayed the kiss in the hospital over and over again. Never had she felt so taken and aroused as when he grabbed her hair and pulled her in to deepen the kiss. She could still feel and taste his tongue as it had plundered her small mouth. She'd almost orgasmed from the kiss alone, and that thought now helped bring her to yet another self-induced orgasm.

She was just coming down from another great cum when she heard the knock at her door and heard Oscar call, "Lana, sis, you still awake?"

Using the small remote to the egg she turned it off and called for him to come in. Like her he was dressed for bed, in his case wearing a pair of boxers and a "wife beater" t-shirt. Casual nudity was no big deal in the Dalaudin house and brother and sister had both seen each other and even their parents in less than they were wearing now.

Getting up gingerly from the bed so as not to dislodge the egg from her pussy, Lana went and sat at her computer as her brother sat on the end of her bed. Oscar looked like he had something serious on his mind and was trying to figure out how to start the conversation. So she took her chance to turn on her baby. Her computer consisted of a modified HP tower hooked directly to a small RAZOR server that she'd also heavily modified herself. It was all connected to a large 32" LED monitor with two smaller 19" LED monitors stacked on one side and another small 22" LED monitor on the other side. With her set up there was almost nothing she couldn't do. A moment after logging in the screens came up with her favorite wallpaper, a picture of her and Oscar standing on the beach with Phillip and Mandy. In the picture Phillip had his arms around both girls shoulders and was smiling cheekily at the camera as Oscar stood behind them all putting rabbit ears over the girl's heads. Seeing the picture always brought a smile to her face even though it was several years old.