Tabby arrived home early from her friend’s place that evening. She was hoping to get an early night. As she pulled into the driveway she saw the cars parked on the street. Her brothers Cliff and Bob had friends around again. Every time their parents were away they would invite them around. They would sit around and get drunk and do stupid things like throwing each other in the pool or watching endless football games. At least she could get away from them up in her room.
She parked the car as usual and walked to the house. She found her key, but it was unnecessary, the door was unlocked anyway. In the foyer she found a stack of boots and shoes and she smiled. At least this time they had remembered to take them off. The noise could already be heard coming from the lounge. They were joking each other and by the sound of it were already pretty drunk.
Tabby walked into the lounge to see who was there. Cliff was sitting on the couch with Steve and Bob. Terry and Mark were standing over the other side. The laughing stopped as soon as they heard Tabby enter. Partly because of the distraction and partly because of what they were doing. Terry the biggest of the boys was stripped down to nothing and had on a pair of Tabby’s panties. Mark was wearing one of her nighties.
“What is going on here?” Tabby demanded in as outraged voice as she could muster against these older boys.
“Nothing sis,” Cliff answered with a giggle. “Just a bit of fun.”
“Yeah I can see that. With my things,” Tabby was going to turn and walk away when Terry turned slightly and she got a view of his bulging balls and cock squeezed into her thing red lace panties. “I hope you are going to replace those?”
“Sorry Tabby,” he said shyly.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. You guys are idiots,” Tabby thundered. “I suppose you were daring him to wear them down town or something equally as pathetic.”
“No, sis, we weren’t,” Cliff retorted. “We don’t think he looks good enough to take out in public.”
A titter went through the audience and Mark hit Terry on the back. Standing there exposed to Tabby as he was turned him on a little and his cock started to rise inside the delicate lace. He went red.
“No, you would look much better dressed like that in public,” Steve joked.
“She sure would,” Bob agreed lifting his beer to his lips again. “How about it sis?”
“Like fun jerks,” Tabby bit back. “I’m going to bed. I’ll talk to you two tomorrow.”
The dark haired beauty turned and started for the door. Suddenly she heard the gallop of feet and her way was blocked. It was Steve who had sprung from his seat. His arms were outstretched to prevent her getting past. Tabby shrugged and turned toward the other lounge entrance only to walk straight into Bob and mark dressed in her lace nightie.
“Now, now Tabby you wouldn’t want to spoil our fun, would you?”
“Let me go, I’m tired,” Tabby complained.
“No way sis,” Cliff called out. “You started this.”
Mark’s hands grabbed her around the waist. Tabby struggled, yelling at him to let her go as she was pulled into the middle of the room. Bob pinned her arms back behind her as Cliff stood in front of her.
“I guess we win, eh sis?” He laughed. “Now what’s wrong with you showing us who’s better at wearing those panties?”
“You prick!” She tried to spit at him but he dodged the stream of spittle easily.
“Show us your knickers,” Mark mimicked next to her ear.
“No way,” Tabby objected.
She kicked out as Cliff tried to undo her jeans. Her thrashing about made it impossible for him to get close enough. Again she was yelling for them to stop as they semi-dragged, semi-paraded her around the room. All the time Cliff, Terry and Steve tried to reach for her jeans. Cliff managed to get both her trainers off and one white sock, but Tabby was too good for them.
“Get her upstairs,” Cliff ordered, as the fight proved fruitless. “We’ll see if the little slut likes that.”
Suddenly she was out of the lounge and in the hall. As they tried to drag her up the stairs she resisted by putting her legs out forming a wedge at the bottom of the stairs. Steve clambered around the struggling body to grab her ankles. She tried to kick at him and he toppled back to sit on a step. His second attempt was successful. Now all she could do was thrash about as she was manhandled up the stairs.
They flung open the door to her own bedroom and burst in. The frenzy was continuing as they pushed her onto the bed. Again Cliff reached for her jeans as she tried to thrash about. Finally it was Steve who sat on her legs despite her pleas.
“Calm down tabby. God you are a little fighter,” Cliff said as he finally got the black leather belt undone. His fingers found the brass tab on the zipper and he slid it down. At first he tried to unbutton her fly, but gave up and popped the button at the top of her jeans.
The jeans folded back to reveal a pair of lace black panties. There were more whistles from the boys as they attempted to tug the jeans away. She could see Bob and Steve staring down at her on one side and Cliff and Terry on the other while Mark held her arms down. The jeans were now around her knees. The panties had bunched up under her butt as the jeans had been yanked from her body.
“Now, now sis, this is very sexy. Wouldn’t you say boys?” Cliff commented as the jeans were discarded along with the other white sock.
“You bastards,” Tabby spat back.
“But if you are going out in public dressed that way, you will find more success picking up guys without that t-shirt,” Cliff added.
Mark needed no further encouragement. He let go of her arms to reach down to lift the t-shirt over her head. His hand had only reached the hem when a flailing arm struck out, hitting Mark in the right cheek. He recoiled a little.
