Subject: Teasing My Boyfriend's Brother
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: November 6, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
My boyfriend Steve had picked me up to take me to a party but when he forgot
his wallet we had to go back to his house first. While he hunted for it I
had some fun teasing his younger brother. Jim got to see more of his
brother’s girlfriend than ever before. Before it was over I even talked
Steve into putting on a little show!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Ready to Party
Chapter 2 – Steve Forgets His Wallet
Chapter 3 – Teasing Jim
Chapter 4 – Steve Gives His Brother Jim A Lesson
Chapter 1 – Ready to Party
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Steve was the sixteen year-old brother of one of my best friends, Sharon. As
I was a just a fourteen year-old soon-to-be Freshman when we started dating,
it made me proud that a handsome Junior boy was taking such an interest in
me. I’d given Steve my virginity this past summer and so far he was the only
boy to have sex with me. No doubt that fact didn't hurt in keeping his
interest – I’m not THAT naïve you know. In fact, sometimes it seems like we
do it almost every day but that’s as much by my choice as his. Sharon also
has a younger brother but like most thirteen year-old boys, Jim was
unbelievably immature, especially compared to his sexy older brother. I’ve
never paid much attention to him although I knew he was always staring at me
like I was some sort of alien. That was no big deal to me as a lot of guys
were starting to look at me the way he did, especially in the past year or
two.
Earlier in the week Steve had promised to take me to a party. It was suppose
to be one of those deals where someone’s “enlightened” parents were serving
alcohol under the theory it was better to do it in a “controlled” atmosphere
than having theirs kids go out and get in trouble. Although I didn't really
care about the drinking part, it was fun to flirt. Steve liked to show me
off to his friends which turned me on as well although I never did anything
more than tease them mercilessly – the more the better so far as Steve was
concerned. He seemed to love showing me off, knowing that when all was said
and done, it was HE that would be getting me, no matter how much I teased
anyone else. Besides, I had no doubt at some point we would find somewhere
private in the house to have some fun on our own.
Checking myself out in my bedroom mirror while I waited for Steve, I smiled
as I thought to myself how turned on he would be when he saw my outfit I had
picked out. To me, it was the perfect party outfit –not enough to actually
show anything but terribly suggestive as to what was barely being covered up.
The black skirt was extremely short, even by MY standards, and it barely
covered my cute little ass (OK, I’m proud of it). I’d gotten it after seeing
one my friends figure skating and realized that the skirts she was wearing
would be perfect for flirting. Of course, I wasn't planning on wearing the
tights she wore to cover herself up! All I had to do was bend over just a
little and it would ride up my ass, revealing the skimpy black thong I had on
underneath. Granted, normally I avoid wearing panties and I especially
despised thongs (think about it guys, how would you like to walk around with
a wedgie all day?) Still, I had to wear SOMETHING with this skirt to avoid
being arrested for indecent exposure! On top I had chosen a skin tight white
blouse. My black lace bra was clearly visible through the sheer material -
which is why I was wearing it in the first place. A pair of black four inch
strap-on heels completed the outfit. Turning away from the mirror, I look
over my shoulder and smiled. This was my best “profile” as my boobs weren’t
developing as fast as I wished they would. It seemed all my friends had
these great boobs going and here I was still trying to justify an “A” cup
(well, technically a training bra but a girl can dream). I guess that’s why
I loved wearing clothes that emphasized my ass. I couldn't claim any credit
for it since I didn't work out, did sports, or anything like that. I guess I
had to thank genetics for granting me a tight little ass that filled out my
jeans perfectly. I loved Steve to touch it and hold it while we walked
through the mall or when we were with his friends. Sometimes when nobody was
looking his hands would wander and work their way between my thin legs and my
pussy started to tingle as I remembered the last time he’d done just that.
I closed my eyes and sighed softly as my fingers pushed aside the thing and
touched my pussy. God it had felt so good when he touched me! I rubbed my
clit as I dreamed of his fingers on me, teasing my clit and exploring my
pussy. My pussy was already wet as I pushed my own finger up in me and I
gasped as goose bumps seemed to break out all over me. I started to think of
how later tonight Steve would be taking off my thong and licking me, tasting
my pussy as my fuzzy pubic hair rubbed against his face. Then he would fuck
me and I’d be moaning as I added another finger in me while I dreamed of his
wonderful cock entering me. He had fucked me over at his house the day
before but that now seemed like centuries ago as I masturbated.
Left to my own devices, odds were I would have been laying in bed before long
with my thong down at my ankles while I fingered myself to an orgasm.
However, that wasn't going to happen as just then my mom walked in on me,
interrupting my little play time. Now I don’t mean to imply that she did
something bad. On the contrary, my door is ALWAYS open as I shared
everything with my mom and had nothing ever to hide. In fact, she was the
first person I told when Steve first fucked me! I’ve been masturbating for a
few years now and undoubtedly she’s seen me do it a number of times since we
first had our mother-daughter “talk” about it. I wasn't embarrassed for her
to see me playing with myself although normally she didn't make a point of
interrupting me when I was doing it.
“Thinking about going out with Steve again?” she asked, a smile on her face.
I paused to answer, although my hand never left my pussy. I didn’t mind
being polite and respectful in answering her, but that didn’t mean I had to
deprive myself as well. “Yeah, we’re going over to the Drakes tonight,
they’re letting Diane and Jordan throw a party tonight.
“Well, look out for yourself then. I’ve heard some of the other mothers talk
about those parties and they seem to be pretty wild..”
“Mom!” I whined, “I’m not twelve years old anymore you know.” For crying out
loud, wasn't that the while point, to be wild? I loved my mom but sometimes
she could be TOO protective.
My mom just smiled again and shook her head as she took in my outfit.
“Not exactly leaving much to the imagination tonight, are we?”
“Well, Steve will like it,” I said defensively.
“Oh I’m sure he will,” she laughed, “And so will the rest of the boys I bet.”
“Don’t worry mom, you know Steve is the only I let do me,” I assured her.
“So, is that the thong and bra your father bought you last week?” she asked,
changing the subject for some reason.
“Yeah, what do you think of them?” I asked, turning around in a circle so she
could see me from all angles.
“Well, he’s always had pretty good taste when it comes to lingerie,” she
said, nodding her head as she inspected my thong. “Although you might want
to think twice about wearing that thong and skirt together if you go anywhere
more public.”
We both laughed together at that one.
“Has your dad seen you in it yet?” she asked.
“Well, I tried it on in the store when we were shopping but not with an
outfit on to go with it.”
“Well, Steve’s going to be here any minute but I think you have enough time
to show your dad some appreciation.”
Mothers! Always trying to make sure you thank people and what not for
everything. My dad likes to buy clothes for both of use, especially
lingerie, and I had to agree with my mom - he DID have pretty good taste.
Many a time Steve had complimented me on an outfit I was wearing that my dad
had bought me although I never told Steve that it was my dad who had bought
them for me as I didn't want him to get any weird ideas. My dad may enjoy
shopping for women’s clothing and I got a kick out of modeling them for him
when he gave them to me, but that was as far as it went. I mean really, get
your minds out of the gutter; he’s my dad, not my boyfriend!
Even though I would have preferred to take the time I had left to finish
myself off, just to make my mom happy I grabbed my purse and headed
downstairs to the family room in our basement. My dad was watching TV as
usual. He looked up from some legal paperwork on his lap when I walked in.
His eyebrows raised and a smile came to his face at the sight of his only
daughter dressed like a street walker.
“Well daddy, what do you think?” I asked as I twirled around, causing the
skirt to fly up and expose the thong and 95% of my bare ass.
“Well... I think you look like a brazen slut!” he teased me. I leaned over
to kiss him on the forehead and he smacked me on my all but bare bottom
playfully. “So how long will that be staying on tonight?”
“Oh Daddy!” I exclaimed, pretending to be shocked, “You know I’m not that
kind of girl!”
My dad laughed, “Yeah right... I just happen to know you ARE just that kind
of girl!” Then he looked over at my mom who had come in behind me. “Hey
Mary, our daughter here claims she’s not a slut. What do you think mom?”
“Hey, don't look at me. It wasn't ME that bought her that thong you know,”
she replied, shaking her head.
Just then I heard a horn honk and we knew Steve must have arrived.
“Well, at least TRY to behave yourself,” my dad called out to me as I started
towards the stairs. I didn't say anything but just blew him a kiss and
grinned naughtily. He knew me better that! If my parents really expected me
to “behave” my mom wouldn't have had my gynecologist put me on the pill!
Sure enough, Steve’s car (or more precisely, his parent’s car) was parked by
the curb and Steve was looking out the window to see whether or not I was
coming. I waved goodbye to my mom who was standing in the doorway as I
climbed in the passenger seat.
Chapter 2 – Steve Forgets His Wallet
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No sooner was I seated in his car than Steve looked at me sheepishly
“Uhhhh, sorry but we have to go back to my house first.”
“Why?”
“Well, I forgot my wallet,” he said lamely. I rolled my eyes and huffed a
bit dramatically. Much as I loved Steve, the boy was always forgetting
something. Thank god his dick was attached or he might forget THAT as well
and then where would we be! Fortunately his house wasn't that far away so it
was a quick trip. When we got there he turned off the car and twisted
towards me.
“Why don’t you just stay here while I go find it?” he offered, sticking his
head back in the door after getting out. He didn't even wait for an answer
but instead closed the door and headed into the house.
Well excuse me! It WAS November and I really didn't feel much like sitting
out in the cold so I decided to ignore him and follow him in where I could
stay warm. Although I had a warm jacket on, it wasn't like I had all that
much on lower down to keep me warm!! Besides, there was always the chance
that nobody would be home. It wouldn't hurt my feelings a bit if we just
stayed and had our own private party!
Well, as luck would have it, somebody WAS home. When I walked in from the
garage the first thing I saw was Jim watching TV in the living room, sprawled
out on the couch with a bag of potato chips. Oh well, there went any hopes
for my private party idea. Steve stepped out from the kitchen with a glass
of water and noticed me standing in the entryway. He just frowned and
motioned for me to go wait in the family room.
"Dang it Kelly, I told you to wait in the car. Jim’s home and you know how
he looks at you.”
For a guy who went out of his way to have me flirt with his friends and show
me off, it seemed a little odd he wouldn't want me to do the same with his
brother. He was right in that Jim was always trying to look up my skirts or
down my blouses. Once he had even tried to spy on us when we were fucking!
Not having a brother or sister of my own, I guess it was hard for me to
understand Steve’s thinking. I gave Steve my best pouting look but he just
huffed as he started up the stairs towards his bedroom. I debated what to do
next and then my stubbornness took over and I took a couple of steps towards
Steve. The squeaky hardwood floors gave me away and when Steve heard me he
spun around and pointed at me in a commanding pose.
“C’mon Kelly, just hang on a bit down here while I hunt for my wallet,” he
said. Then he added, “Ahhhhhh, it might take me a little while since I have
no idea where I left it."
How could a guy who could make me feel so good be such an idiot sometimes? I
couldn't help but sulk a little given how horny I’d been all day thinking
about what I was hoping Steve would do to me tonight. Now his bedroom was
only a few feet away and he was telling me to go wait in the family room? I
mean, what’s wrong with this picture?
I considered briefly going into the family room and watching TV with Jim.
Bottom line, though, as that sitting around watching TV with his dumb brother
was definitely NOT part of my earlier dreams! Being barely thirteen, Jim was
at that wonderful “age of discovery”. Normally I wouldn't have minded being
ogled by a guy but Jim was just so immature in how he went about it.
According to Sharon, he hadn’t even been to first base yet and he jerked off
constantly. Not exactly a fantasy image for me!
While I dallied, Steve was at the top of the stairs. Suddenly he stopped and
turned around, taking a good long look at me starting at my heels and then
slowly, deliberately working his way up to my head, lingering on my crotch
and boobs of course. I had no doubt he was undressing me in his mind and I
wanted to just scream at him that he could do it for real if he just allowed
me to follow him into his bedroom. It didn't help that Steve knew it turned
me on something fierce when he looked at me this way. He made me feel like I
was a fresh piece of meat in front of a starving dog. One thing for sure, he
was definitely getting turned on by what he saw – no hiding that familiar
bulge in his pants!
“Damn Kelly,” he chortled, “I thought the idea tonight was to tease the guys
first and THEN show them the goods. Looks like you forgot about step one!”
Steve hurried back down the stairs just far enough to give me a quick kiss
and then he turned to head upstairs again to his room. He took just a single
step and then paused, apparently lost in thought. Then, to my surprise, he
turned back yet again to me and winked.
"You know, you look like you’re in one of those moods to be extra naughty
tonight. How would you like to get started early?"
Well was that the stupidest question he had asked me in ages or what? Extra
naughty? I thought I was extra naughty ALL the time. After all, I rarely
refused Steve when he wanted sex although that wasn't as big a deal as you
might think given I asked for it more often than he did! I was under no
illusions about Steve. He may be the only guy to ever fuck me but he had
probably done half the girls in his class if the rumors were anywhere near
true. Having just lost my virginity this past summer, I guess I’m still in
the “honeymoon” phase where I just can't get enough of it.
With a little giggle I started to head up the stairs, assuming he meant we
were going to do it in his room or someone else’s as we’ve done it in every
bed in the house at least twice. To my surprise, Steve didn’t move and
instead he gently pushed me back down the stairs. More disappointed than he
might know, I gave him a questioning look and he nodded his head in the
direction of the family room with a sexy smile.
"I dare you to tease my brother," he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes
widened and I looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language or
something because I couldn't believe he had actually said that. Steve didn't
usually even acknowledge that his brother was alive, let alone have me do
anything like THAT. Heck, just a few minutes ago he didn't even want his
brother to LOOK at me!
"Ummmmm, Steve... what exactly do you mean by ‘tease’?" I asked him
incredulously. As I just described, it wasn't like Jim was on my fantasy
guy list when I masturbated.
Now had we been around his friends I would have understood completely what he
meant by “teasing”. One of the things that turned me on about Steve was that
he loved to show me off to his buddies. Steve encouraged me to flash my ass
and boobs and in general, about anything else if it would make them jealous
of him. Sometimes when we were walking with his guys he would plant his
hand firmly on my ass and I could only imagine what they were thinking about
me! now all that was well and good when it came to his friends, but his
perverted little brother? At first, I had to admit the idea didn't really
turn me on but for some reason Steve was suddenly persistent about it, as he
always was when it came to convincing me to do something new for him.
“Oh come one Kelly, it’s not like I’m asking you to give him a BJ or
anything,” he pleaded. “You know better than anyone how he looks at you all
the time. Look at this as your chance to get back at him. Don’t you want to
show him what he’s NOT getting?” Unconvinced, I turned to Steve and pulled
his hand to my boobs and looked up at his eyes. “Forget about Jim. Wouldn't
you rather have these right now?” I teased him in my little girl voice.
Steve couldn't resist giving my tiny boob a playful squeeze but then he let
it go and spanked me sharply on the butt. He did it so his hand swept under
my skirt and hit my bare bottom, causing it to sting just a little.
“Of course I’d love to have them but you’re going to put out later anyway,”
he said.
I folded my arms and huffed as if I was upset over his arrogance. He seemed
awful sure of his chances tonight – for good reason. I hadn’t said “no” to
him once since we started dating! If anything, HE was the one who turned ME
down at times.
“Oh give me a break Kelly - you know you are. Hell, why else would you be
dressed up like a streetwalking whore?”
Now he was walking a fine line between teasing and pissing me off. In the
end I had to admit everything he said was true. There was no denying that I
WAS dressed like a prostitute and I WAS going to “put out” later. But then,
it wasn't like I was trying to hide my intentions!
“C’mon Kelly, look at it as revenge for the time he tried spying on us. Just
tease the hell out of him and then don’t let him have anything. I can’t wait
for him to see what his big brother’s getting - and he’s NOT!”
Another look at Steve’s bulging crotch told me he was getting off telling me
to do this. Forget Jim - what I would’ve given right then to unzip his
jeans, pull out his cock and suck him off right where he stood!
Finally I resigned myself to the situation. If this was what it was going to
take to turn him on and get me fucked extra hard later tonight, then I
couldn’t see any real harm in it. Like he said, it wasn't like I was going
to blow his brother or anything like that. I gave Steve a half-smile and
nodded my agreement. Steve patted me on my rear again, a bit softer than the
last time and then he grabbed it. He started to squeeze my ass with his
fingers like he was kneading dough.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT’S the Kelly I love. I knew you would do it. Yep, I’ve
got complete faith in my little slut. Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your
while later, I promise."
With that he finally went upstairs and I couldn't help but giggle to myself.
He was right, it WOULD be a little like revenge. Here was a chance to make
the little perv pay for being such a jerk. One time Steve was fucking me on
Sharon’s bed (for some reason or another he got off doing me in other beds,
especially in his parent’s room). Fortunately the door hinges needed oiling
and he caught Jim trying to take in a free sex show. Steve chased him off
but boy was he pissed off!. I guess Steve must have been madder than I had
thought given what he was asking me to do to Jim tonight. It was the only
reason I could come up with for his change of heart regarding his brother.
Chapter 3 – Teasing Jim
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Before making my way to the living room, I checked myself over quickly in a
mirror hanging in the entryway. Even though my blouse was already unbuttoned
down to my cleavage, I unfastened two more so now it was open well below my
bust, allowing the black lace bra underneath to be visible directly. Heck,
only two more buttons and I could have just taken it off and gotten it over
with.
Out of force of habit more than anything, I tried to straighten out my skirt
but it was WAY too short to cover much of anything. Turning around, I bent
over just enough to check out my ass which made me start to debate the thong.
There wasn't going to be a lot of time to tease Jim (or at least I hoped
there wouldn't be) so why be coy about it? I reached under my skirt and
dropped the thong down to my ankles and stepped out of it. Tossing it onto
the stairs with my foot, I wondered what Steve would think when he came back
down and found it?
Looking back into the mirror one last time, I saw that my skirt was still
covering my bare ass, but just barely. All it took was to stand up on my
tiptoes or lean over just a little to put my bare ass on display, not to
mention my fuzzy brown pussy as well.
Actually, there was more to my decision to remove my underwear than just
trying to be sexy. I LOVE the feel of running around bare bottomed. At home
I prefer to hang around in a short t-shirt or one of my dad’s dress shirts
without anything on underneath. Even in public I rarely wear panties under
pants or jeans. So long as a dress or skirt is long enough to keep me from
getting arrested, I leave them at home and enjoy the feel of the cool air
against my bare skin. Of course, the more public the location or formal the
occasion, the hotter it makes me feel being with people who have no idea that
I’m naked underneath. One of my ultimate turn-on’s comes when I’m at church,
sitting in the pews without a stitch of clothing under my Sunday dress. I get
off imagining what the father next to me would say if he knew the “innocent”
looking girl next to him had nothing between her ass and him but her dress!
It was usually enough to get me so horny that by the end of the service I
couldn’t wait to get home to talk care of myself.
Taking a final deep breath, I ran my hands through my hair, gave it a toss,
and was ready for action. Walking slowly and deliberately into the living
room, I wiggled my ass suggestively as I made my way across the room, taking
a seat on the love seat across from his couch where he was watching some
silly TV reality show. Once I was sitting down, I crossed my legs, slowly
and deliberately, allowing my skirt to ride up such that it was effectively
out of the picture. I could feel the cushion against my bare ski under me so
I knew there couldn’t be much hidden from his view down there.
“Hi Jim,” was all I said to him, using the same indifferent tone of voice I
typically reserved for him.
“Ummmmm, hi Kelly,” he stammered. I thought about it for a second and
realized it was probably the first time we had ever been in a room together
alone under ANY circumstances which probably accounted for his apparent
nervousness.
Since the moment I had walked in, his attention had shifted from the TV to my
bare legs and ass. I was still wearing my jacket and it was plenty warm in
their house (Steve’s mom was divorced so they didn't have a thermostat Nazi
in their house).
“Wow, it’s sure warm in here. You don’t mind if I take off my jacket, do you
Jim?” I asked innocently. Yeah right, like he was going to complain if I
took ANYTHING off.
He quickly shook his head so I unzipped my jacket and leaned forward to pull
it off my arms. In doing so, any last chance the skirt had to cover my ass
was history and I knew my blouse was hanging open enough up to show off
whatever part of my bra had been partially hidden from view before. I tossed
my jacket to the side and laid back against the love seat with my legs still
crossed, fully aware that he could see from my toes to my ass.
Jim didn't say a word so I figured it was time to turn things up a notch. I
slowly ran my hands over my bare legs, running my finger tips up my thighs,
feeling the smoothness of my freshly shaven skin. I pretending to try to
pull my skirt down (a useless attempt even if I had really wanted to do it)
and felt my warm upper thighs with my fingers, tracing my fingernails lightly
over my silky skin. My wandering fingers worked their way up until they
touched my bare hips. As much as I love to play with my ass (I mean my butt,
not my asshole!), having someone watch made it even more erotic for me.
Reaching under me slightly, I squeezed my butt, causing a chill to run
through me as I felt just a little bit of pride at the firmness of my ass.
“Do you like my legs Jim?” I asked him softly. “You seem to be looking at
them a lot.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, his face turning beet red. He HAD to
have known I knew he was watching me but I guess it want until I confronted
him with it that he felt any supposed remorse over it.
“Oh no, that’s OK,” I reassured him. “Steve’s looking for his keys so I’m
just waiting for him and I thought I would just relax in here. Is that OK?”
“Oh yeah!” he burst out and then, realizing how that must have appeared,
tried to look serious and said, “I mean, of course you can.”
If he hadn’t looked so innocent and naïve I probably would have just laughed
at him and walked out. Instead, for some reason that same innocence seemed
to be turning me on. I wondered if this wasn't some of what drew Steve to me
when we first started dating. Sure other boys had touched me before but so
far as sex went, I was “innocent” as well.
“Well, then I guess you don’t mind if I make myself comfortable,” I teased
him gently.
Without waiting of a reply, I twisted around on the love seat to position
myself such that I was laying on my back lengthwise, my back propped up
against one end of the love seat with my bare legs stretched out flat in
front of me. Then, keeping my knees tight together, I slowly bent them
upwards until my heels were flat on the cushion. Oh well, so much for
keeping your shoes off the furniture! Reaching down to my ankles, I ran my
hands from my ankles to the top of my thighs, gently massaging myself like
that for several minutes. When I leaned forward to reach the bottom of my
legs, my skirt would ride up practically to my waist. With my legs being
held together though, seeing me from the side he must have been wondering if
I was wearing any panties.
For several minutes I rocked forward and backward like this slowly, enjoying
the feel of my hands and fingers as they caressed my bare legs. Then I turned
my head quickly and caught Jim staring at me like I was some alien from outer
space! His eyes were like saucers, testifying that he had been enjoying the
show. If any final confirmation was needed, all I had to do was look between
his legs. He may have been barely thirteen but he must have been packing
quite a package for his age considering the tent poking up from the crotch of
his jeans. Seeing him get erect because of me didn't bother me. To be
honest, I would’ve been VERY disappointed if he hadn’t! Naturally, I wasn't
going to tell him that so instead I teased him a bit.
"Now Jim, just what do you think you’re looking at?" I teased him, smiling to
try and take the edge off my question.
Jim was still blushing like crazy but if anything, that just encouraged me
all the more.
"Oh c'mon, you can speak up Jim,” I teased him as he just sat there
stammering. Running my hands over my legs yet again, I turned back to him
and said, “Mmmmmmm, now tell me what you think of my legs.”
Jim was still blushing as be blurted out, "Wow Kelly, they’re great!"
Figuring that which was about all he was going to get out. I flashed him my
most sexy and devilish grin. "Cool, I’m glad you like them……..would you like
a closer look?"
At first it was like he couldn't move, frozen in place by my offer. Then Jim
nodded slightly. I waited patiently, or at least as patiently as I could
under the circumstances, and he finally responded, "Yeah but what will Steve
say? I thought you were suppose to be his girlfriend? You know, I thought he
was going to kill me the other day just for peeking."
It was obviously up to me if anything was going to happen so I got off the
love seat and slowly moved over to the couch where Jim was now sitting up.
As I walked provocatively towards him, I maintained eye contact with him
saying, "Let me worry about Steve; he’s going to get all he can handle later.
I’ve seen you looking at me before, don’t you want me?"
Standing directly in front of him, I slowly raised one leg and planted my
foot on the cushion alongside his leg. As my leg came up so did my skirt and
from the way he was concentrating on my crotch, I knew he was waiting for my
thong or panties to be exposed at any moment. Well, he didn’t have to wait
long. God, the look on his face when he realized that I wasn't wearing
anything under my skirt was absolutely precious!
"Oh I'm sorry Jim,” I said, trying to sound as if something was MY fault, “I
just assumed that you wanted to see ALL of me. Are you sure this is OK?"
Jim just sat there staring between my legs. He didn't even blink, as if he
was afraid if he closed his eyes I might not be there when he reopened them.
Odds were he’d never even SEEN a real pussy before except in a porn magazine
or movie. Even though I had absolutely NO intention of doing anything but
tease him, it still made me feel hot and horny knowing he would remember this
moment for the rest of his life. My pussy was getting warmer by the minute as
I started to get off from him watching me so intently. I rocked on my heels,
rubbing my raised thigh with my hands. Then I moved one hand up to my crotch,
covering it with my palm. I ran the soft fuzzy pubic hair though my fingers
as I started rubbing myself. Oh it was partly to tease Jim but right now I
needed to touch myself badly as I felt myself getting hotter and hornier.
"Did you what makes me really hot Jim?” I whispered to him. He looked up at
me and I could tell he probably had a dozen fantasies but in truth, had no
real idea how to answer.
“Well, I love it when a guy watches me as I play with myself," I said in a
low, husky voice. It was a 100% true statement. Steve may have been the
first to actually fuck me but I was teasing my share of horny boys long
before then. Even when I was a virgin it got me off to expose myself to a
boy and play with myself, seeing him get so frustrated because he could only
watch me and not touch, at least not with his hard dick. It also turns me on
to think about how they probably masturbate later when they fantasize about
having sex with me.
"So tell me Jim - and I want you to be completely honest with me,” I said
more sternly, looking down at him to make eye contact. “When you jerk off,
do you think about me?"
It was a shot in the dark but somehow or another I was pretty confident of
the answer. Jim's face flushed bright red again which told me all I needed to
know. Well, he was REALLY going to have something to masturbate to after I
was done with him!
I put my fingers in my mouth to wet them and then used them to pull my pussy
lips to the side so I could twirl my finger around my exposed clit. My
breathing grew heavier as I closed my eyes and stretched my head back. Using
my other hand, I inserted a finger into what was now a soaking wet pussy and
shoved it up inside of me as far as I could. Both of my hands were moving
faster and faster as I started to moan softly. When I opened my eyes, I saw
him staring at my pussy, watching the job I was doing to myself with my
hands. His expression was the perfect image of a deer in the headlights -
eyes wide open and staring with his mouth hanging open like a fish out of
water! Suddenly I stiffened and a gasp escaped from my lips. I knew that I
was right on the verge of an awesome orgasm!
I leaned down and whispered to him in a throaty voice. "Oh Jim, do you want
to watch me cum? DO you want to see me make myself cum?"
Jim nodded. I shuddered helplessly and my face and chest flushed as my
orgasm rose quickly within me and then ultimately consumed me. "Ohhhhhhhhh,
that feels so good!!!" I groaned.
If anything, that was a gross understatement. The combination of my
experienced fingers working my sensitive clit, together with the added bonus
of having Jim watch me, was now bringing me to an incredible “O”. I closed
my eyes again and allowed the surges of pleasure to run freely all through
me, momentarily even forgetting about the young boy sitting in front of me
watching a real girl cum for the first time in his life. My knees buckled
slightly as my legs tingled and weakened like they had been asleep and now
the blood was returning. I didn't stop touching my clit as wave after wave
of the most splendid feelings imaginable continue to emanate as a wave from
my pussy, literally filled my body with pleasure. It was almost like I was
on fire but the fire was inside of me, trying to get out, making my skin
quiver from head to toe.
After a few minutes my orgasm began to slowly dwindle and I pulled my hands
away from between my legs. Opening my eyes one again, I saw that Jim was
frozen like a statue, completely mesmerized by the erotic show being played
out right in front of him. I smiled as I held out my cum-soaked fingers close
to his face saying, "Here Jim, do you want to smell my pussy?"
Despite everything I had done so far, my offer seemed to catch him totally by
surprise. Obviously a girl had never offered to let him smell her fingers
after she had masturbated! Jim didn’t seem to certain about it at first but
then his curiosity won out and he leaned forward.
“Mmmmmmm, doesn’t my pussy smell wonderful after I cum?” I said softly. Then
I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it like a popsicle. I could taste
the distinct flavor of my own pussy which caused me to smile. Back when I
first started masturbating I had experimented a bit at the encouragement of
my mom. In the process of following one of her suggestions, I discovered
how good my pussy tasted and later found that it was even better after a good
orgasm.
Pushing my finger up inside of me to wet it again, I offered my cum flavored
finger to Jim asking, “Here, do you want to taste me?”
From the way obedient way he nodded and I knew Jim was all mine now, my
little puppet who would do anything I asked. Jim opened his mouth wide like
a dolphin waiting for its fish reward. Placing my wet finger between his
lips, he sucked my pussy juices off it and ran his tongue round my finger.
“Ever taste a girl’s pussy before?” I asked as I withdrew my finger. Of
course I already knew the answer but I just wanted to hear him say it.
Unfortunately it seemed that Jim was so overwhelmed that he had lost his
voice. He just shook his head as he licked his lips. Once again I touched
myself, wetting my fingers and then tasting myself as he watched.
“Mmmmmmm... I just LOVE the taste of my pussy,” I whispered as if saying it
to myself but I made sure I was loud enough for him to hear me clearly.
“Wanna watch me cum again Jim?”
Naturally there was no need to wait for him to reply. Like he was going to
say “no”? yeah right. Besides, I was so damn horny I would’ve done it
regardless of what he said. I slowly unzipped the side of my skirt and
slipped it off, leaving me even more bottomless than I was before as I stood
right in front of him. Then I unbuttoned the remaining two buttons on my
blouse, allowing it to spread open and expose my bra. Actually, the bra made
my boobs look bigger than they actually were so I decided on the spur of the
moment not to strip but to take off my blouse and keep the bra on. In the
end, that left me wearing nothing but a tiny lace bra and heels.
Cupping my boobs through my bra, I squeezed them and sighed softly, letting
my hands caress my stomach and eventually work their way until my fingers
worked their way into the short brown curly that that covered my crotch.
Some of my friends were already shaving their pussies but I had waited years
for my pubic hair to emerge and it made me feel more grown-up to see a soft
wedge of hair between my legs. I trimmed it back enough that it didn't stick
out from my thongs or bikini bottoms, but other than it actually felt good to
run my fingers through it at night when I lay in bed.
I could tell that Jim was about to reach out and try to touch me but I wasn't
having any of that. It was one thing to tease him terribly and flaunt
myself, but I wasn't going to let him do anything to me, not even touch me.
The only guy who got to do that was Steve!
I decided to return to the love seat rather than use the couch as I had
originally intended just to keep my distance from him. After taking a seat,
I twisted and laid on my back as before. This time, however, instead of
keeping my knees tight together as I had before, I lifted the inner leg up
onto the top of the back cushion and let my outer leg dangle over the side of
the love seat. This had the effect of spreading my legs wide open giving
him an unobstructed view of my fourteen year-old pussy. The bra pushed my
boobs up to make them appear to almost overflow from the cups, my nipples
barely covered by the lace along the edge of the cup. Now that I was in
position, my fingers once again worked their way back between my legs and
eventually inside my soaking wet pussy.
Looking over at Jim, I saw that he was also leaning against the back of the
couch with his legs spread apart. He was wearing jeans but even so I could
see that the bulge in his crotch was even bigger than it was before. For a
moment I contemplated seeing if I could get him to masturbate while he
watched me the way Steve sometimes does. There was no doubt in my mind that
had I asked Jim to jerk himself off that he would have done it in a heartbeat
but being only thirteen I couldn't imagine him having the courage to do it in
front of me on his own. In the end I chose not to more out of spite than
anything else. It was sort of fun to seem Jim suffer as the desire between
his legs grew without him being able to do anything about it. Why let the
perv get any satisfaction, even if it came from his own hand?
For a brief moment I tried to take stock of my situation. Things had
developed so fast I felt a little overwhelmed. It was hard to believe that
just a few minutes ago I was protesting to Steve about having to flirt with
his brother and now here I was nude and playing with myself in front of him,
getting hornier by the minute. For that matter, we weren’t even suppose to
be here at all but at a friend’s party instead! I guess this is what my dad
would call, “being flexible!”
Normally when I think of masturbation, I envision a solo event. When I
played with myself in front of Steve, technically you could call it
masturbation but I usually considered it just playing with myself. It may
just be semantics but in my mind, with Steve watching it wasn’t so much to
get myself off as it was to get him horny enough to fuck me. What I was
doing with Jim was teasing for the pure naughtiness of it. I felt like I had
gone back in time to when I was in grade school. Sometimes I would flirt
with the boys, showing them my pussy even and in some cases, let them see me
playing with myself. I wasn't worried about exposing myself as I knew at the
time it wasn't going to go any further, regardless of what the poor guy might
hope. Granted it earns you a bit of a “reputation”, but that didn't bother
me either so long as what was said about me was true. Once when I was in
eighth grade a rumor got started by some boy I pissed off that I had let a
couple of older boys fuck me and it took forever to squelch it.
As I put another finger in me, my thoughts turned to how good Steve’s cock
would feel in me later. Well the hell with later, I wanted it right now! Why
he was taking so long anyway? When I started this little tease I had assumed
that he would be ready to go before I had even gotten this far. Now that I
WAS this far, though, there was no way I was going to stop and somehow just
turn it off inside of me and dutifully wait for him. Indeed, I had cum once
already and at the rate I was going, the second time wasn't too far away.
One thing was for certain, though. Steve’s “little slut” was cementing her
reputation today, as least so far as Jim went! It was a safe bet that none of
Steve’s past girlfriends had ever done to poor Jim what I was doing now. Jim
would certainly be telling all his friends about my little show for him and
by the time the story got retold and retold again, God only knew what heroic
sexual feats I would be accused of performing!
I involuntarily shuddered as I continued to play with myself. For the moment
I wasn't even paying attention to Jim as I concentrated on myself, on just
making my pussy feel so damn good. At times like this what I needed more
than anything else was to make myself cum - and that was exactly what I was
getting ready to do again. From the first time I had orgasmed several years
ago, I knew it was a genie that could never be put back in its bottle.
One thing I can say is that I have NEVER used illegal drugs, smokes a single
cigarette, or been drunk. You see for me, sex is my “drug”, my addiction.
The great thing about sex is that it’s was free, legal, and always available.
I didn't have to worry about getting my next fix, all I have to do is cross
my legs and bob my foot enough to rub a tight pair of jeans against my pussy.
I can get myself off in class or in the middle of a sermon. Who needs drugs
or alcohol when you can have sex?
“Watch me Jim,” I begged him, “Watch me cum!”
Yeah, as if I needed to ask. Yet it was important to me that he did. It
wasn’t enough for me just to orgasm, I wanted him to WATCH me when I did.
There is just something that stirs me knowing I am desired by a man for
nothing more than my body. I love knowing I am sexy enough to be not just
wanted, but to be lusted after. From the first time I masturbated in front
of a boy I knew it was a major turn-on for BOTH of us. Seeing a boy’s dick
grow and get hard, especially when his reaction is all because of me, is a
huge ego booster. Here I am, just fourteen years old, yet I am already
sensual enough to make someone want me so badly that his dick responds
involuntarily!
Jim was not just watching me, he was STARING at me, not even blinking as my
next orgasm built into a crescendo within my pussy as I kept rubbing myself.
“I’m cumming Jim!” I called out to him, just to make sure he knew what was
happening to me.
I gasped as my pussy gushed once again over my fingers, drenching them with
my cum and running down my ass to soak into the cushion below me. My back
arched and my hips lifted off the cushion as I imagined Steve’s dick in me,
driving himself deeper and deeper as he came in me, shooting his cum as deep
inside of me as he could reach. My hips pumped up and down as I responded to
his imaginary dick inside of me. Finally, I flopped back against the arm of
the love seat, still with my fingers inside of me, holding them motionless
inside of me. For the next few minutes, the room was deathly quiet as I
basked in the warm afterglow of my orgasm.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was expecting to see Jim still staring at me
so you can imagine my surprise when he seemed to be more interested in
something behind me. What could be more interesting than to have your
brother’s girlfriend masturbating in front of you? For a moment I thought of
Sharon doing it in front of her brothers – damn, now THAT would be hot!
Chapter 4 – Steve Gives His Brother Jim A Lesson
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Turning my head upward, I almost jumped off the love seat when I saw who but
Steve looking down at me. It must have been an interesting sight to see his
slutty girlfriend all but nude with her fingers jammed up her pussy and the
odor of her sex heavy in the air. At first I feared that he might be jealous
or otherwise upset at me for putting myself on display this way for his
brother. Instead, a broad grin broke out on his face.
"So what do you say, Jim? Is my girlfriend hot or what?" he gloated.
Jim sighed and looked at me, "Damn Steve, she’s incredible."
Steve reached down and touched my pussy, making me jump as his fingertip
rubbed over my clit. For a moment I thought that maybe Steve was going to
fuck me right then in front of his brother! Well, if he had tried I certainly
wouldn’t have protested. Instead, it seemed he was more interested in
taunting his brother, sort of a demonstration of what he could do to me
anytime he wanted.
“Bet you’d love to touch her this way, wouldn’t you Jim?” he teased his
younger brother.
Poor Jim, I almost felt sorry for him as he was squirming like his hard-on
must have been about to burst out of his pants. God, was he going to be
jerking off nonstop tonight! What Steve didn't realize was that I was getting
even more horny from the way he was touching me, even more so than from my
own masturbation show I had been putting on for Jim. I curled my finger up
at him, motioning for him to lower his head down to mine.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered to him.
“Sure baby, I promised you I would,” he whisper back to me.
I grinned naughtily at him and shook my head. “No, you don’t get it….I want
you to fuck me NOW!”
Steve’s eyes widened into saucers as he looked over at his brother not ten
feet away before he turned back to me.
“Here?... Now?... In front of HIM?”
“Sure, why not, he wanted to see us do it before. C’mon, let’s put on a show
for him he’ll never forget.”
I guess I could understand some of Steve’s concerns. In all the time we had
been fucking since this past summer we had never done it in front of an
audience. Sure, there were those times in the car and in bedrooms at parties
where somebody might get a glimpse but it wasn’t like we were putting on a
show. Steve didn't know that my dad sometimes peeked in when he did me in
my bedroom and I had no intentions of ever letting him find out. All I knew
was that if I enjoyed masturbating in front of boys as much as I did, I could
only imagine how I would get off having sex with an audience!
Looking over at Jim, he was probably wondering what was going on here between
his brother and his slut of a girlfriend. I doubted whether he had any idea
of what we were really talking about, though. I grinned at him and held
Steve’s hand as he continued to fondle my pussy. Steve pulled away and
walked around behind love seat, holding his arms out to Jim as if to say
there was nothing he could do about things.
“What can I say Jim, she wants it,” he said with a grin from ear to ear.
“And when she wants something this bad, I just can’t say no!”
This had to totally confuse Jim who had to be wondering what in the world his
older brother was talking about. Then his eyes widened even further than
they had when I first touched myself in front of him as I reached for Steve’s
jeans and unzipped them. Steve unsnapped them for me at the top and I pulled
open the flaps to reveal his hard dick poking up from his crotch. Mmmmmmm,
my boy was hard and ready for action! I leaned forward and started sucking on
it, nothing special, just your standard head bob up and down on his dick.
Taking his cock in my hand, I dropped it from my mouth and looked over at
Jim,
“Mmmmmmm, his cock tastes SO good... I bet you wish I would suck yours, don’t
you.”
Jim squirmed even more and for a moment I thought he might have taken my
words as an invitation and started to get up off the couch. Fortunately,
Steve wasn't having any of THAT!
“Sorry little brother, she’s sucking MY cock tonight and that’s it”
Being Steve was already hard and ready to go, I didn't see much use on
stretching this out. I just wanted to put on a show for Jim and in any case,
I knew Steve would be fucking me more at the party – a LOT more if past
experience was any indication. I sat back on the love seat and put my feet
up on the cushions with my legs spread apart, a perfect “fuck me” position if
there ever was one.
“Fuck me Steve,” I said, loud enough to be sure Jim could hear me clearly.
“Give me your big cock... put it in me.” God, I sounded like some whore from my
dad’s porn collection!
Steve looked back at Jim and then a look of determination came to his face as
he evidently had made up his mind to go for it. Grasping his hard cock in
his right hand, he lined himself up with my wet pussy hole and thrust himself
into me while Jim looked on.
“Oh god yes, that’s it Steve!” I moaned as he started stroking himself in and
out of me. “Fuck me... oh yeah fuck me!”
Yep, I did indeed feel like I was now some sort of porn star as Steve fucked
me with his brother acting as our live audience. I wasn't sure what was
turning me on more – the feeling of Steve’s cock in me or the thrill of
having his brother all but jerking off as he watched me getting drilled by
Steve. I felt like such an incredible slut, perhaps more so than at any
other time in my life - and it thrilled me!
About the only thing that would have thrilled me more would have been to have
Jim join in but I knew that was never going to happen so long as Steve had
anything to do with it. Steve tended to be a little possessive of me which
normally I didn't mind. He loved to show me off like some sort of prize or
trophy. He especially seemed to like it when I teased his friends, maybe
because it showed them what he was getting – and they were NOT. Thus no
matter how much it might turn me on, I wouldn't even suggest to Steve that he
let his brother have a go at me. Even so, I had a feeling I knew what I
would be fantasizing about the next morning when I had my usual morning
masturbation time. Damn, who would have thought when the day started that
tonight I would be playing with myself thinking about being fucked by my
boyfriend’s thirteen year- old brother?
“Come on my face,” I said, grinning up at Steve. He looked a little shocked
at first - and for good reason. From the first time that I sucked Steve’s
cock, I had swallowed his cum and ever since then, unless he was fucking me
and going to cum inside of me, that’s where I preferred it – my mouth. For
me to tell him now that it was OK to cum on my face for the first time was
undoubtedly music to his ears. Actually, I really wasn't really sure WHY I
had said that, it just seemed the right thing to do if we were going to put
on good show for his brother. I knew from seeing my dad’s porn movies that
watching a guy cum in a girl wasn't nearly as erotic as seeing him actually
cum. Had we been in his bedroom, that would be a different story but for
this occasion, I was willing to go for it.
As it turned out, my timing was about perfect. Given Steve fucked me almost
every day, I was getting pretty good at anticipating when he was about to
explode. He pulled himself out and I put my feet down as leaned forward to
take his wet dick in my mouth. I could taste my pussy on him which just made
his cock all that more delicious for me. Grabbing his dick by the base, I
sucked on the head and the first inch or so of his shaft while I stroked his
hard cock with my hand. It wasn't long before he was groaning and I could
see him tensing up as he tried to hold back as long as possible.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as I felt the first load eject into my mouth. I
quickly pulled it out and let the remainder spray on my cheeks, nose and chin
as one load of sperm after another spurted from his hard dick. It was a good
thing I wasn't wearing my skirt or blouse as I could feel some of it drip
from chin and hit my thighs. I didn't want to go out tonight with cum all
over my clothes! It just seemed a little tacky!
Once he had finished, I grabbed the shaft and used the head of his dick to
spread his cum over my face like lotion, smearing the gooey mixture all over
my cheeks. Once I was covered with cum, I turned my head towards Jim,
smiling at him as he stared at me. I must have been quite a sight with all
the cum glistening on my face and his brothers dick still hard in my hand. I
took Steve’s cock back in my mouth again for a few last drops of sperm.
As for Steve, well let’s just say that he looked like the cat who just ate
the canary. God he was being evil to his brother. Poor Jim looked like he
was about to cum in his pants!
“OK Kelly, show time’s over,” Steve said as he patted my head, “I think the
poor boy’s had enough for one night!”
There was a small comforter on the back of the love seat which I used as a
towel to clean off my face and wipe up whatever had spilled. Hopefully his
mom wouldn't notice although I bet Sharon would be checking it out once I
told about what had happened. Standing back up again, I put back on my skirt
and blouse and was ready to go. Meanwhile Steve had pulled his jeans back up
again and was zipped and buckled once more. We were about to leave when
Steve reached in his pocket and threw my thong at me.
“Forget something slut?” he laughed.
I shrugged my shoulders as if it didn't matter to me one way or the other if
I wore them but I still slipped it on. Honestly, I HATE thongs with a
passion, especially ones as small as this one. It was really nothing more
than a few strings with a small triangular patch over my pussy that covered
my pussy slit but not big enough to hide all my short pubic fuzzy hair. It
was constantly riding up my ass crack making it literally a pain in the ass.
Oh well, I knew Steve loved it so a little discomfort was a small price to
pay for what I got him to do to me afterwards.
We left poor Jim with this dazed look on his face. He didn't seem to know
quite what to say or do at the moment. I couldn't help but think that maybe
he wasn't so bad after all. Jim was actually pretty cute and I caught myself
wondering what he was hiding under those jeans. He was only thirteen but
from the respectable mound that he was trying to hide he couldn't be TOO
terribly small. Hmmmmmm, ...should I investigate this further some time?
Back in his car, Steve and I finally were on our way to the party. Steve
looked over at me with this huge grin on his face.
“Shit, that was SO cool,” he chuckled, “I would give anything to have a
picture of his face I was fucking you.” Then he reached over and rubbed my
bare leg adding, “You know, when I first came in and you didn't know I was
there, it looked like you were getting off pretty good yourself. Did really
it turn you on that much to tease my brother?”
Words could not have expressed just HOW much it turned me on so I did what I
always did when I wanted to avoid answering him about something – I sucked
his cock. Yep, THAT always shut him up! Leaning over the center console, I
undid Steve’s jeans for the second time that night. It came as no surprise
that his sixteen year old dick was hard as a tree branch again, ready to go
back to work on my pussy once again. Well, I wasted no time in going down on
him, taking his wonderful cock in my mouth once again.
“Damn Kelly!” he exclaimed, “I guess all that must have REALLY turned you
on!”
I lifted my head to look up at him as he drove on with a big grin on my face.
No words were necessary, I let my mouth do the talking for me as I hungrily
sucked on his cock for the rest of the trip to the party. Steve parked on a
side street near the house where the party was being held. No sooner did he
turn off his car then he laid his seat back and let me finish him off
properly. No matter how many times I did it, I LOVED sucking his dick.
Coupled with being incredibly horny after masturbating and him fucking me in
front of his brother, I knew I wanted Steve’s cock in me again – and again
and again!
Finally he shot his wad and this time I kept him in my mouth, feeling his hot
sperm squirting into my mouth. It tasted wonderful as always and afterwards
I lifted my head up to allow his cum to drip from my mouth back over his cock
like syrup on a sundae. Then I went back down on him to suck him and lick the
cum back off again, only to repeat the process over again. Steve groaned as
my tongue worked its way over his sensitive cock. He held my head loosely in
his hands as I sucked the last globs of cum off his cock yet again.
“Damn!” he cried out, “We’re going to have to tease Jim more often. Fuck!
What a blowjob!”
Proudly I sat up in my own seat again, wiping the cum that had somehow made
it to my chin and cheeks off with my finger and then sucking it off. I was
still incredibly horny – my pussy wanted his cock again and it was letting me
know in no uncertain terms how impatient it was getting! Well, there was
still the party and who knows what fun we were going to have. I knew there
was one thing I could count on – I was going to be fucked by Steve again in
the next thirty minutes or else! It was something of a goal for him whenever
we went out, to see how fast he could fuck me after picking me up at home.
Our current record would be hard to beat as we had done it right in my
driveway without even starting the car!
As we walked to the house I couldn't help but think about what he said about
me teasing Jim again in the future. Once again, the question came to mind
that maybe there might be an opportunity with Jim that I hadn’t realized
before. Hmmmmmm, maybe Steve would wish he hadn’t opened this Pandora’s
box!
THE END
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