"Hey, Dad, look who I caught in our garage being naughty." Dragging me by the arm, Kay practically threw me on the worn carpet of my stepfather's office.
Sitting behind his impressive and substantial oak desk, Jake Strickland didn't move. He merely lifted his gaze from the book he'd been reading and stared at us hard.
"I was not," I raised my voice as I massaged the spot where my stepbrother had gripped me in his rush to haul me from one end of our house to the other.
"She was, too," Kay insisted, planting his feet apart, beefy hands on his hips while glaring at me.
I loved how the muscles of his brawny arms bulged under pressure, but I wasn't about to let him know. I've had a crush on my stepbrother since my mom had married Jake Strickland. It didn't help either that he'd become quite striking. Three years my senior, he was twenty-two years old and had been the physical prowess and attributes required to be on the college's football team. Could anything be more delicious?
"I caught her with two guys." Kay's lips curled in satisfaction as though he couldn't wait to spill the beans. "They had their dicks hanging out of their pants, and our dear Miss Clara here was on her knees sucking them."
"Is this true?" Jake spoke for the first time since we'd entered the room.
His deep voice made me snap my focus from Kay to him. That was when my heart began to pound seriously in my throat. My stepfather was one heck of a man. A few inches taller than Kay, he'd also played football in his younger years, and it still showed. I'd had the pleasure of seeing his powerful muscles and naked chest when he thought I wasn't looking. What he didn't realize was I usually spied on him from the upstairs railing when he headed for the shower.
"Hem..." I spun my gaze from Kay to Jake, trying to buy time.
Living with those two had been quite distracting from the beginning.
My mom hadn't asked me what I thought of either before she'd gone ahead and married Jake after my birth father had divorced her. Now, she was gone, my father was nowhere to be found, and I was stuck with both men.
"I was just having a bit of fun." I pouted, staring at Jake, who for sure would be more sympathetic than my stepbrother. "With you working all day long and Kay at football practice, it gets awfully lonely around here." I hoped I wasn't overdoing it. "With mom gone and you two away, I need to find something to do, or I'd go crazy." I batted my long eyelashes in an attempt at seducing him. "What I did to those boys was just a way to pass the time, an innocent diversion to—"
"Innocent diversion, my ass!" Kay snapped angrily. "There was nothing innocent about what I saw."
"Which couldn't have been much." Defiant, I threw back my head, determined to hold my ground. "The lights were out."
"I didn't need lights to know what you were doing." Kay snorted. "You were so deep into it I think they even paid you."
"Paid me?" My face grew hot and bothered. How could he possibly know? I'd had swallowed down both Sam and Len's loads by the time Kay had set foot in the garage. "I never asked for a dime."
"Don't believe her, Dad." With one stride, Kay was on me and yanked my hair back, lifting my face under the light of the desk lamp. "See this?" He pointed at something next to my mouth.
From the other side of the desk, Jake leaned closer to peer more easily.
"This is spunk." Kay's thick fingers spread the creamy pearl on my cheek. "There's more." The same fingers landed on my jeans pocket and pulled out the neatly folded fifty-dollar bill Sam had handed me before we'd gotten down to business. "This is the payment for the blowjobs." He passed the bill to Jake.
Jake opened it and glanced at the number fifty before returning his gaze squarely on me. "Well, young lady, what have you got to say in your defense?"
"She's no young lady," Kay snapped.
"She's a slut." Then, he spanked me.
Hard.
I yelped.
He spanked me again.
