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
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My boyfriend Steve had picked me up to take me to a party but when he 
forgot his wallet we needed to go back to his house.  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 and before it was over I even 
talked Steve into putting on a little show!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Ready to Party  
   Chapter 2 - Steve Forgets His Wallet  
   Chapter 3 - Teasing Jim  
   Chapter 4 - Steve Gives His Brother a Lesson


Chapter 1 - Ready to Party
==========================
Steve is the sixteen year-old brother of one of my best friends, Sharon.  
Being 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 over all the other girls chasing him.  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 didn't hurt when it came to keeping his interest 
- I'm not THAT na‹ve 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'd 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 
as a lot of guys were starting to look at me the way he did, especially 
when Steve told everyone what a little slut he was making of me.

Earlier in the week Steve had promised to take me to a party.  It was 
supposed to be one of those deals where someone's "enlightened" parents 
served alcohol under the theory it was better to do it in a controlled 
atmosphere than having their kids go out and get in trouble.  Although I 
didn't really care about the drinking part, I DO love to flirt.  Steve 
liked to show me off to his friends which turns 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 seems to love seeing his friends look 
at me, knowing that when all is said and done HE was the one that got me 
later no matter how much I tease anyone else.  Besides, if I knew my new 
boyfriend at all there no doubt at some point we'd find somewhere private 
in the house to have some fun on our own.  Then again, it didn't 
necessarily have to be TOO private.

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 the 
outfit I'd picked out.  To me it was the perfect party outfit - not 
enough to actually show anything but terribly suggestive as to what was 
barely concealed.  The black skirt was extremely short, even by MY 
standards, and it barely covered my cute little butt (OK, so I'm proud of 
it).  I'd picked it out 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 string 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, with a skirt as short as this one I 
really needed to wear SOMETHING to avoid being arrested for indecent 
exposure!

On top I'd chosen a skin-tight sheer white blouse through which my black 
lace bra was clearly visible - which is the only reason I was wearing the 
damn thing in the first place.  I hate bras for lots of reason of which 
comfort is high on the list but mostly because it only served to remind 
me that I was still too small to really need one.   A pair of black four 
inch strap-on heels completed the outfit along with a simple gold ankle 
chain - a recent gift from my father.  

Turning away from the mirror I looked over my shoulder and smiled.  This 
was my best "profile" as my boobs weren't developing as fast as I wished.  
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).  That's why I loved wearing clothes that emphasized my butt, 
even if I couldn't claim any credit for it since I didn't work out, do 
sports, or anything like that.  It was pure genetics to thank for 
granting me a tight little bottom 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 
would tingle as I remembered the last time he'd done just that without 
the jeans in the way.

With my eyes closed I sighed softly as my fingers pushed aside the thong 
and lightly touched my fuzzy pussy.  God it had felt so good when my 
boyfriend touched me!  Rubbing my clit slowly, I dreamed of his fingers 
on me as they teased my clit and explored 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 my body.  I started to think of how later tonight 
Steve would be taking off my thong and licking me, tasting my pussy as my 
short pubic hair rubbed against his face.  It wouldn't be long after when 
he would fuck me and I'd be moaning, just as I was now after adding 
another finger to the ones already in me while I fantasized they were 
actually his hard wonderful cock as it entered me.  Steve may have fucked 
me over at his house just the day before but that now seemed like 
centuries ago as I continued to masturbate.

Left to my own devices, odds were I would've been lying in bed before 
long with my thong down at my ankles while I fingered myself to a massive 
orgasm.  Unfortunately that wasn't going to happen as just then my mom 
walked in on me, interrupting my personal play time.  Now I don't mean to 
imply she did something bad.  On the contrary, my door is ALWAYS open as 
I shared everything with my parents 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 
so many years ago.  Thus I wasn't embarrassed in the least for her to see 
me playing with myself although normally she didn't make a point of 
interrupting me when I was doing it.

"Ahhhhhh, thinking about going out with Steve tonight?" she asked, a 
motherly smile on her face.

I paused to answer although my hand never left my pussy.  While I didn't 
mind being polite and respectful in answering her, 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 their parties and they seem to have a reputation for becoming 
pretty wild."

"Oh Mom!" I whined, "I'm not twelve years-old anymore you know." 

For crying out loud, wasn't that the whole point such parties, to be 
wild?  I loved my mom dearly but sometimes she could be TOO protective.  
My mom just smiled again and ignored my pleas. Then she shook her head as 
she took in my outfit.

"Hmmmmmm, I see you're not exactly leaving much to the imagination 
tonight, eh?"

"I was just hoping Steve would like it," I said defensively.

"Oh I'm sure he will," she laughed, "And I'd be willing to bet so will 
the rest of the boys."

"Oh don't worry mom, you know Steve is the only I let do me," I assured 
her.

"So, is that the thong and bra set your father bought you last week?" she 
asked, changing the subject yet again for some reason.  "He did tell me 
you really looked good in it when you posed for him."

"Yeah, what do you think of them?" I asked, turning around in a circle as 
I lifted up my skirt so she could see me from all angles, "yeah, dad 
really liked them on me.  He took a bunch of pics."

"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 than that party."

We both laughed together at that one.  She should have been happy I was 
wearing the at all.

"So your dad had you pose in them?" she questioned, "Hmmmmmm, he didn't 
mention THAT part to me."

"Well, I tried it on in the store when we were shopping but the old prude 
there wouldn't let him in the dressing room so we had to wait until we 
got home for him to see them on me."

My mom just sighed and then laughed a bit saying, "Well it was probably 
better you waited until you got home anyways.  The bra's not so bad but 
that thong..."

I knew what she was referring to but the thong was why my dad chose it in 
the first place.  Sure I knew I had to be a little careful as when it 
rode up it practically slipped in right between my pussy lips but my dad 
didn't seem to mind.  Something told me Steve wouldn't either.

My mom continued, "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's 
choice.  I wasn't embarrassed to shop with my dad but I didn't want Steve 
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've 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 sitting in his Lazy-Boy.  He looked up from a legal dossier 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 99% of my little butt.

"Well... I think you look like a brazen slut!" he teased me.  "The skirt 
and blouse add a certain something to it."

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 outfit be staying on 
tonight?" he teased me.

"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?"

"Hey, don't look at me.  It wasn't ME that bought her that outfit you 
know," she replied, shaking her head.

I turned to go but my dad smacked my all but bare bottom playfully.  
"Hey, no goodbye kiss?"

I looked at my mom who was wagging a finger at me for being so forgetful.  
It's not like I didn't have other things on my mind!  Leaning over, I 
balanced myself placing one hand on his shoulder and another on his 
crotch.  I'd meant to place it on his thigh but in heels like mine 
sometimes you lose your balance.  He didn't push me away so I kissed him 
and didn't worry about it.  As our mouths met and we kissed, his strong 
arms reaching around me and pulled me in tighter.  His tongue pressed 
against my lips which parted to allow him entrance.  I felt him gasp 
slightly as I pressed down on his crotch, teasing him playfully.  Quite a 
lump under there!

Just then I heard a horn honk and knew Steve must have arrived.  I stood 
up and caught my breath as my dad rearranged his pants. 

"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 asked my gynecologist 
to put me on the pill!

Sure enough, Steve's car (or more precisely, his mom'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.  She grinned back at me and I had to 
wonder if she wasn't wishing she was in my heels.


Chapter 2 - Steve Forgets His Wallet
====================================
No sooner was I seated in the car than Steve looked at me sheepishly 
saying, "Uhhhhh, sorry but we have to go back to my house first."

"Why?" I asked.

"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 with bare legs 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!!  

It was more than just personal comfort that I had in mind.  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.  With a 
brother and sister and a working mom their house wasn't empty very often 
which is why we usually ended up at my house when we wanted to have sex.  
It didn't matter if my parents were home as they never interrupted us and 
if anything, they encouraged him to come over and do me rather than going 
out and parking or finding some other unsafe place to fuck.

Hopefully this would be one of those rare times we could do it at his 
house but as luck would have it his thirteen year-old brother Jim was in 
the family room watching TV.  At first I thought that was going to make a 
dud of the whole idea but Steve apparently had been harboring a devious 
idea for teasing his pain-in-the-ass brother.  

It's incredible the difference three years can make.  Whereas Steve was 
this mature, strong, smart, sexy paragon of a teenage boy, Jim was just 
the opposite.  Dear God, he reminded me so much of the other boys in 
middle school, the perverted creeps who snapped girl's bra straps in the 
hallway.  It seemed that Jim was always trying to look up my skirt or 
down my blouse.  He'd even tried spying on me and his sister once when we 
were masturbating in her bedroom.  Gawd, he was such a little pervert!  
Another time he'd even tried to spy on his own brother when Steve was 
fucking me!  Now THAT was just sick.

While I dallied Steve appeared at the top of the stairs.  He took 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 at all that 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 as he came down the stairs, "I thought the idea 
tonight was for you to tease the guys first and THEN show them the goods.  
Seems you forgot about step one!"

Steve came 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 a bit 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 a number of the girls in his class if the 
rumors were anywhere near true.  Having just lost my virginity this past 
summer I guess I was still in the "honeymoon" phase where I just couldn't 
get enough of him or should I say... his dick.

With a little giggle I started to head up the stairs.  Naturally I 
assumed 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.  
Being 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.  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 just 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 butt cheek 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 Jim?  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 through the bra 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 I know for a fact that you're going 
to put out for me later anyway," he said with a smirk.

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 a few times.

"Oh give me a break Kelly - you know you are.  Hell, why else would you 
be dressed up like a streetwalking teen whore?"

Steve often liked to walk the fine line between teasing and pissing me 
off and this as one of those times he was dangerously close to the 
latter.  In the end how could I be mad as I had to admit everything he 
said was true.  There was no denying I WAS dressed like a prostitute and 
I WAS going to "put out" for him 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 yummy cock and suck him off right where he stood!  
Why not let Jim see THAT?

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 butt with his fingers like he was kneading dough.

"Mmmmmmm, now THAT'S the Kelly I love.  I knew you'd 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 little brother.


Chapter 3 - Teasing Jim
=======================
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've 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 bottom 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 wore 
panties under jeans or dresses.  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 which allowed my skirt to ride up such 
that it was effectively out of the picture.  I could feel the seat 
cushion against my bare butt 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 as 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 bare bottom 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.  Tossing my jacket to the side I laid back against the love 
seat with my legs still crossed, fully aware that he could see everything 
from my toes through the heels to my butt.

Jim stared but 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 
fingertips up my thighs, feeling the smoothness of my freshly shaven 
skin.  I pretending to try to pull my skirt down which was a useless 
gesture even if I'd really wanted to do it.  Then I felt my warm upper 
thighs with my fingers, tracing my fingernails lightly over my silky 
smooth 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.  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 naive 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 for 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'd 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, if anything quite the opposite.  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, what do you say let's start by you telling 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... do you 
want to take 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 supposed 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 Jim.  Don't you 
want me now?"

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 when I play with myself," I said 
in a low, husky voice.  "It's so much better than just watching myself in 
the mirror.  Will you be my mirror Jim?"

Actually while I may have been teasing him, that 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 ever 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!

Putting my fingers in my mouth to wet them, I 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.  With both hands 
now moving faster and faster I started moaning softly.

When I opened my eyes I saw Jim staring at my pussy as he watched 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.  "Ohhhhhh, 
that feels so good!!!" I groaned deep and loud.

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 minute or so my orgasm began to slowly dwindle and I pulled my 
hands away from between my thighs.  Opening my eyes once 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'd 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.

"You 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'd 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 myself 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 flat stomach and eventually make their way 
until my fingers worked their way into the short brown fuzzy pubic hair 
covering my crotch.  Some of my friends were already shaving their 
pussies but I'd waited years for my pubic hair to emerge so no way was I 
shaving it off!  Besides, 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.

Oops... 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 years old 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 supposed 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 which took forever to squelch!

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 was he taking so long anyway?  When I started this little tease I'd 
assumed that he'd 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.  I'd 
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'd 
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 free, legal, and 
always available.  I don'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 a Lesson
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Turning my head upward, I almost jumped off the love seat when I saw who 
else 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'd 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 REALL want you to fuck me Steve," 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 certainly didn't know that my dad sometimes 
peeked in when we did it in my bedroom - I had no intentions whatsoever 
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, even if was just his dumb 
brother!

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 Kelly 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 what 
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?

"Cum on my face," I said, grinning up at Steve.  

My boyfriend looked a little shocked at first - and for good reason.  
From the first time that I sucked Steve's cock, I'd 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 darn 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'd 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 like I was alien from outer space.  
I must've been quite a sight with all the sperm 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 my brother's face when I was fucking you." 

Then he reached over and rubbed my bare leg adding, "You know, when I 
first came in the room 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 couldn't 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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