I should have known it was too good to be true. Mom and Dad said they would be out shopping all afternoon. But I figured I didn't have to worry about them. Without fail, no matter how long they said they would be gone, it was inevitable that it would be twice as long as they predicted before they got back. If they were just "running to the store for a few things" and said they would be back in fifteen minutes, it would be a minimum of thirty, if not forty five or even an hour. This time they said they would be gone "a couple of hours." Therefore I knew it would be many hours until they returned, probably not until well after dinner time.

"You sure you don't want to come along?" My mom had asked.

"No, I'm just gonna hang here, maybe watch a movie or something," I said.

"We'll be gone for a couple of hours," my dad added. Yeah, right.

"OK Guys. Take your time. I love you both."

"Call us, or text us if you need anything Samantha."

"I will, Mom."

"We love you too, Honey," My dad told me. "And remember to lock the door when we go, Sammie. You'll be here all alone."

"OK, Dad. Although, I am seventeen, in case you forgot. I have been home alone before. But of course, I'll throw the deadbolt as soon as you're gone."

My little brother Bobby had slept over at his friend Drew's house the night before. They had soccer practice, or little league, or bowling ... something like that ... that morning. Then he was spending the rest of the day with Drew's family, which he does all the time. I was sure that after whatever activity they had (soccer, kite flying, etc.), they would all go to get something to eat, or for ice cream, or to a movie or something like that. My mom said Bobby was staying at Drew's again that night, so I didn't think I had to worry about seeing him at all. Besides, he's loud as hell, so I felt certain that if he came home unexpectedly, I would hear him from the moment he entered the house.

All-in-all, I figured I would be all alone long enough to get myself off at least ... five times ... maybe more. I couldn't wait! The truth is that I play with myself pretty much every day. Sometimes more than once. But I never have privacy. Usually I get off a quick one in the shower in the morning, or when I go to bed at night. Sometimes I get so horny that I diddle my cunt in the bathroom at school between classes, or even in the changing rooms at work if I'm really desperate.

But I'm rarely totally alone. Which for one thing means, I rarely get to use toys. Not only do I not own any of my own, but a few of the ones I sneak out of my mom's nightstand make fairly loud buzzing noises. Not that I would ever dream of sneaking one out and using it when anyone else was home. Then there's fact that I myself like to make some serious noises when I cum ... given that I have sufficient privacy, which now I would finally have! Hell yeah!

When there are others in the house I usually stifle myself pretty well.

"MMmm. Oohh. Oh yeah..." will all come out of me, at very low volume.

But when I'm all by myself it's more like...

"Oh YYEEEAAAHHHH!!! OHHHH Fuck Me! Fuck Me! OOOOOOOOOhhh..." and all kinds of shit like that.

I enjoy getting off in the shower, of course. There's nothing like being totally wet, and slippery, and soapy and warm. And your fingers slide easily into whatever hole you feel like putting them in. But what I like even better is to take a nice shower so I feel all clean and fresh, then dry myself off, and lay totally naked on my bed, free to touch and pinch and diddle to my heart's content.

That day I played around in the shower, but I didn't get myself even close to orgasm ... not even once. I was saving it. It was sort of a preview of "cumming" attractions ... lol.

Finally I was all done, clean and dry. Knowing I had the house to myself, I left the bathroom door open when I showered, and when I dried myself off. I walked totally naked down the hall to my bedroom ... I really like being naked btw. I flopped myself down on the bed and just lay there feeling the air on my skin for a while.

I looked over at the chair next to my bed and saw that my mom had left me clean sheets, which I would need to put on later. Then a thought entered my mind. I remembered how great it always feels to get into bed right after the sheets have been changed. The clean, fresh ones feel so awesome.

But then I thought about how my pussy gets extremely wet, especially when I'm experiencing really intense satisfaction, which was what I was planning to experience. If I had my big diddle-fest on the sheets that were already on my bed, I would leave a big wet spot. But it wouldn't matter since when I was done I would just strip off the dirty sheets, wet spot and all, put on the clean ones, and throw the others in the wash.

Then I thought of how great it would feel to be completely naked on those fresh cotton sheets, laying there getting myself off over and over. I knew that would just add to the whole experience. So I figured, what the hell? I could always just wash the sheets again and put 'em back on. In fact, I figured, all I really needed was the bottom sheet, since what I wanted most was to lay on the bed with nothing on, totally out in the open with no risk of being seen.

"This is so fucking cool!" I said, aloud but to myself.

So, I sprung out of my bed, pulled off all the bedding and threw it in a pile on the floor, then put the clean bottom sheet on my bed. I know it sounds like this all took a long time, but this went through my head in all of about one minute. Anyway, I was right about how incredible it felt to be completely unfettered by clothes on top of the crisp, clean, fresh cotton sheet.

I just lay there for a bit, then I rolled over a few times so I could feel the sheet all over my body. Then I just let my hands start to roam over myself, touching very lightly, making myself tingle when I traced patterns around various areas with my fingertips. I let myself start moaning quietly as my hands explored. I ran them all over; behind my neck and shoulders, down my sides and my ass, including my squeaky clean crack, my tummy, my legs. I even brought my feet up off the bed so I could rub them. The journey to ecstasy had begun.

By the time I had caressed every inch of my body, I could tell that my cunt was plenty wet to get things going. I settled one hand on my breast and began squeezing it softly while the other hand quickly found it's way to the pot of gold. I had purposely barely touched this area when I was covering the rest of the area, so now it was just aching for some attention.

"Oooooohhhhhh," came out of my mouth involuntarily as soon as my fingertip made a single pass over the outside of my slit.

I gently worked my way in. As I expected, I was already so wet that it was like sliding my finger into warm butter that's just starting to melt.

"Oh ... fffuuuuuuck!" I said aloud, looking around the room just to reassure myself that I could be as loud as I wanted. "Oh that feels soooo good!"

Then it was on! My touches went fairly quickly from long, slow strokes up and down my well lubricated vagina, to firm, more concentrated rubbing. I brought my tit-squeezing hand down to help the other one gain full access. With one hand I spread my lips, which had come out of their hiding place, and pulled back my hood, while the index finger of the other hand began encircling my clitoris lightly.

Orgasm number one came along pretty quickly. I clamped my legs together on both hands when the trembling started and just wiggled my fingers a bit during the event. My hands were pretty moist by the time they emerged from between my thighs.

I knew what I wanted then. Penetration. One slippery hand went first to my mouth for a quick lick, then back to one of my tits to begin nipple pinching. With the other hand, first one, then two, then three fingers disappeared inside me. A few minutes later "earthquake" number two hit. I pinched my nipple as hard as I could when I started cumming, which makes the most amazing jolts of pleasurable pain shoot through my whole body. I fucking love that feeling.

"OOOOOhhhhhhhhooooowww ... ow ... ow ... ow! Fuck yes!" all spilled out of my mouth.

When I settled down and got ready for round three, I knew it was toy time. But I realized that my musings about being naked on my clean sheet had lead me to forget all about getting a vibrator from my mom's drawer. I cursed my mistake but didn't wait long to correct it. I rolled out of bed, quickly surveyed how big the wet spot on the clean sheet had gotten already, then ran nude to my parents bedroom.

I was very tempted to pull back their covers and have a naked roll between their sheets. The idea of doing something that felt pretty kinky was very appealing. But I figured there would be all kinds of tedious cover-up I would have to perform so that I didn't have to explain how their bed had gotten messed up. I abandoned the idea and went for the toy store ... I mean drawer ... lol!

My mom's drawer was like a toy store ... the adult version of course. I don't know if she actually thought her array of sex-enhancers was a secret, or what. But I had known about them since I was like six. It wasn't until a few years after that when I had any idea what they were for, even in general terms. But way back then something told me the drawer wasn't something I should ask about, so I never did.

Among the plethora of pleasure inducers I found one that rally appealed to me. It was a very long, thick, blue, bullet style vibrator. I had never used this one before, even though I had seen it in the drawer. I knew my cunt was up for some serious action and I knew plunging that monster inside would give it a great ride. I gave the vibe a quick sniff and confirmed that it was clean. My mom keeps a bottle of alcohol and some little towels in the drawer, so I figure she always sanitizes things after each use.

For some reason when I used my mom's toys, I never gave much thought to the fact that they've surely been on, or in her pussy, her asshole and who knows where else before they ever touched mine. Maybe if I had thought more about it I would have felt weird using them, but I never really did.

Back to my room I scampered, Big Blue Boy in hand. I knew the Orgasm Express had barely even left the station yet. The two times I had cum so far were nice, but they were hardly the big payoff I so badly needed. I flopped onto my bed and wasted no time in firing up the vibrator and putting it to work. I didn't put it in right away. I just used the very tip, running it up and down my slit, pausing briefly on my clit, then up and down again. A couple of times I teased my very wet hole just a little, but no more than that.

After a little more exploring with my artificial Big Blue Cock, it was time to start the real show. I was so ready to be fucked by that thing, and fucked hard. I pressed it more firmly against my clit and rubbed it a little. I turned up the speed a bit, closed my eyes, and started to push it into myself.

"OHHHHHHHH Fuck Yyyyyyyyyeesssss!!!" I exclaimed as I felt the toy just starting to fuck me. I put it in a little, let it slide itself back out, then I put it back in further, then pushed it out from the inside, then repeated that several more times until I was at least halfway penetrated by the monster. I briefly wondered if I would ever meet a guy who could use his cock to pleasure me half as well as I could do with a vibrator by myself. Not so far, but I'm still young ... lol!

"This is incredible," I said aloud to my bedroom walls. "This feels soooooo fucking awesome!"

I pictured myself sort of, from outside my body. I imagined what my naked body looked like, laying in the middle of the bed, nothing but me, the sheet (which by now had a pretty big wet spot), and my buzzing friend. I just loved the way everything felt. I loved being totally exposed. I got a huge kick imagining what I must look like on my bed like that. I wished I had a mirror on my ceiling so I could watch me fucking myself. I opened my eyes to just slits, trying to imagine myself standing there looking at the horny girl giving it to herself completely uncovered.

For a second I thought I actually saw myself standing there. I laughed at the notion and opened my eyes only to find that my notion wasn't far off. Of course I wasn't standing there watching myself. But my brother Bobby was.

"FUCK! What the FUCK?!?" I screamed. "What the ... Bobby what the FUCK! What the FUCK are you doing here?"

At first I was so startled and overcome that it didn't even dawn on me that I was naked in front of my little brother, or that I had a vibrator shoved up my kitty. When I realized it, I instinctively grabbed for my blanket to pull it over me and cover myself. Unfortunately my blankets and sheets were still in the same pile on the floor, totally out of my reach.

"Bobby, what are you doing here?" I demanded to know. "You're supposed to be gone all night! And what are you doing in my fucking room?"

My screams had gone from total shrieking to basic yelling at the top of my lungs. And Bobby just stood there staring at me. I don't know what he was thinking would happen. He must have known I was gonna catch him. He was standing right out in the open next to my bed.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he said, not seeming nearly as scared as I wanted him to be. "Drew got sick and his parents dropped me off at home."

"How did you get in without me hearing you, you idiot?"

"I don't know. I came in the way I always do. I even called out to see if anyone was here."

"Well what the fuck? What are you doing in my ... Hey! What are you doing!?!"

It wasn't until that moment that I realized in horror that my brother's pants were down and his dick was in full view, and I guessed in almost full erection.