Jane was bored. Another day with no crazy vampire trying to break the rules. She closed the book with a sigh and went to look out of her bedroom window. She soon sees a couple of young lovers a few meters away, kissing and "catching" hidden behind a wall and starting to wonder why she never had love experiences ... Remember the reason and laugh quietly.
— I'm Jane Volturi, I don't have time for this nonsense.
She laughs at herself once more and continued to watch the youths, beginning to feel their intimacy warm as she watched the boy come down his hands through the girl's legs, biting her lower lip while watching the show.
She watched the boy speed up his hand and took one hand to caress his own intimacy over his clothes, while he leaned on the window with his other hand and kept looking. She moans softly while massaging her intimacy, which at that time was already extremely sensitive, increases the speed of the hand that works there and moans a little higher, letting her head tilt back.
Licks her lips and looks out the window again, but the young men stopped when they were caught by the mother of one of them. Young people are taken into the house under their mother's screams, then the show is over. Moans in frustration, wanting to reach orgasm, but it's still a long way from it.
She looks around desperately, looking for something that can help her, but she doesn't see anything useful there. She sees her small cell phone on the table and goes to it, opening her contact list. She slides over to her brother's name and presses to type a message. For a long time she thought of asking Alec for help, her brother was her only living relative and she loved him more than anything in this life, she was the only one she trusted with her eyes closed and with all her soul ... That is, if I had a soul, thinks acidly.
Come to my room quickly... I need your help with something.
Type quickly and send. She knows that no matter what her brother is doing, he will come to her, so he doesn't expect an answer. While she waits for him, she takes off her clothes and admires her naked body in the mirror. She hated her ribs, and also all her exposed bones under her skin, angrily remembers who were to blame for this. She absently slides her hands around her body. Watching every little mark on your white, hard skin. She hears her bedroom door open and Alec's unique scent hits her nostrils, followed by her confused voice.
— Jane?
NOTE: I will continue this One-Shot, but I would be very happy if I received any feedback.
NOTE 2: Sorry for any mistake, I use Google Translate