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
==========================

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
====================================

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
=======================

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