This story was written as a project for an Erotic Writers' Group to which I was a member. I make no apology for the content.
She ran her hand down the whole length, feeling its hardness beneath her fingers. She has waited a lifetime for this. Some one had once said that forbidden fruit is the sweetest. Now she was going to taste it.
She had entered his bedroom silently - drifting in when no-one was looking. No-one knew that she was there.
The curtains moved softly in the breeze. Hot and sunny outside, here was a cool, deep cavern, a haven of peace.
As her fingers moved up the shaft she was aware of the slight rounding at the end. She placed her mouth around it, her tongue caressing the tip.
Softly she breathed out and felt it pulsing under her probing fingers. Music swelled in her head.
She was breathing harder now, her tongue moving rapidly. In ecstasy she listened to the rhythmic melody in her ears. This was what it was all about. Now she knew.
Suddenly the spell was broken. Her brother burst into the room.
"If you pinch it again I'll tell Mum on you." he said, "and get out of my room."
He snatched the recorder from her hands and was gone.
The spell was broken. Stricken, she sat and stared out of the window. There was no music left; only silence and the smell of summer.