Something I've been working on. Vote, comment. Email if you want. It is a long story.
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Summer had arrived. The season of tanned skin, bikinis, and bare feet. Katerina Miles couldn't have been more happy as she bounced into the only home she had ever known. In the fall she would head off to College to learn about God-only-knew-what. She had resolved to make this Summer the best she possibly could. Everything was looking up.
Plopping down on the couch she raised her legs and laid her calves on her brother's lap.
"Thank God you are here!" Katerina exclaimed. "I was beginning to miss you."
Owen rolled his eyes. Though he had his own apartment he had been spending a great deal of his time relaxing at his childhood home. Though he would never say it aloud, he loved spending time with his sister. And not just because of her looks.
"Ugh! My feet are killing me!" She flexed her toes
"And stinky!" Owen remarked pushing her legs from his own.
"Meanie!" Katerina harrumphed before sticking her tongue out at him. "A gentleman would have at least massaged them a little."
"Maybe if you didn't wear flimsy flip-flops your feet wouldn't hurt."
Katerina wouldn't be deterred. She placed her calves back on her brother's lap and flexed her toes again. "Pleeeaaassseeee!"
Owen grimaced but relented. "Fine. Fine." The smile he got in return was worth the trouble. Owen didn't like to admit it, even to himself, but he had a bit of a foot fetish and always made like he hated feet to make sure that no one figured him out.
"Ahhh." Katerina sighed. "Instant relief."
"So, I can stop now?"
"Better not!"
Owen chuckled lightly and continued to work the soft, only slightly scented foot he had lifted.
"So..." Katerina began. Owen knew immediately that he was in for trouble.
"What?"
"Well, my girlfriends are coming over tonight. We're going to have a sleepover to kickoff our last summer before College."
"And?" Owen pressed.
"And, we were hoping you could -"
"Nope." Owen interrupted.
"Come on! Just hear me out!"
"I know what you want Kat, and I'm not going to get involved with that."
"Meow." Katerina replied, pouting.
"You're still doing that?" Owen threw up his hands.
"Meow?" Katerina began to smile slightly, making her eyes as large as possible.
"Kat..." Owen tried not to smile.
The soft sound of her purring as she nuzzled her cheek against his broke him.
"Fine, Kitty Kat. What do you want?"
"Just thought that maybe you could get us some drinks for the party."
"And I'd be doing this for free?"
Katerina gasped. "No, never. We were going to let you join in our games." Katerina's eyes flashed dangerously.
"So, now it's a party?" Owen asked cautiously.
"Only if you join us. It's only going to be me and my girlfriends." Katerina pouted again. "We need a guy there or it'll just be . . . boring."
"I doubt anything with you and alcohol involved would be boring."
Katerina smiled again, pleased with the comment but obviously not giving anything else up.
"Okay. Any preferences?"
Katerina kicked her feet in triumph. "Okay, most of us want X Rated vodka, but three bottles should do it. Jessica wants tequila, but not Jose, and lemons. And Samantha likes Captain Morgan."
"Kat, that's like a $200 order."
"Meow." Katerina's face was matter-of-fact. She had known how much it would cost.
Owen sighed in defeat. "Alright, but you so owe me, Kitty Kat."
She purred lightly before putting her other foot in his hands. "This one now."
"Please?" Owen suggested.
The smile he got in return would put sugar to shame. "Please."
Owen began to work the supple skin between his hands and relaxed back on the couch. On the tube Supernatural reruns were showing Sam and Dean fighting for brotherly love while killing anything they felt like killing.
Katerina closed her eyes let herself get pampered. The only sign that she was still conscious was the occasional moan or sigh when Owen found a particularly tense area. They remained where they were until the show ended.
Owen, noting that Katerina had finally given herself over to sleep, carefully removed her legs from his lap and started to set about on his task of retrieving party supplies. He stopped and looked down at his sister. Her breasts were rising and falling steadily and evenly, her brow was smooth, and a slight smile teased the corners of her lips. Owen pulled the small blanket draped over the back of the couch and covered his sister. He knew she didn't like to get cold.
Owen was nearing the checkout counter with his loot in tow when he happened by the Fireball display. Giving in to temptation he picked up a 750 ml bottle and added it to the cart. He had been overly generous with his purchases getting 5 bottles of X Rated, Two bottles of 1800 Platinum, and two bottles of the Captain. He knew he was taking a hit in the bank account but the investing firm he worked at had just given him a raise. He wasn't too worried about the number in the account getting too low. Besides it wasn't everyday that he got to pamper his sister. He wanted her to have a good time.
He also wanted to feel better about himself as a brother. Since Katerina had hit puberty, Owen had been feeling less and less like a brother toward her and more and more like a pervert. He reveled in the way her body had changed, silently begged to see her naked, and had spent far too many nights thinking of her while working himself over. He wanted to do something nice for her, something unexpected, because then he might feel as a brother should.
Still, the tone in her voice and that flash in her eyes when she'd said she wanted him to be part of their games left him wondering if something wonderful might happen. Not necessarily with Katerina (though that thought teased him more than others) but maybe with one of her friends.
Rounding the corner he was able to see through the storefront window. Jessica Thompson, one of the soon-to-be-guests, was standing outside. When her eyes landed on him she smiled and blew him a kiss before turning and walking away.
Owen's heart hammered in his chest and suddenly his hands were sweaty and shaking. He pushed the cart to the counter and barely registered what was said as he swiped his card at the counter. Looking at the receipt he could only shrug at the price total of over $300. He didn't care about the money and frankly, bigger things were on his mind. What exactly was going to happen tonight and would mom and dad's really be the best place for it? He pulled up his cell phone and fired off a quick text. Knowing Katerina a reply would be near instantaneous.
Katerina Miles sat on her bed surrounded by her best friends, minus one who'd been sent to keep an eye on errand boy. She looked around the room, evaluating her friends, wondering what her unsuspecting brother would think if he knew what plans were in store for him.
Rachel Hadley had arrived in second skin jeans which accentuated her full hips, curvy ass, and toned legs. The shirt she wore - a simple cami - showed off the flat stomach she sported from near constant running involved in soccer. Rachel's breasts were on the smaller side, again due in part to soccer, but she carried herself with such grace that she was stunning regardless. Her raven's feathers black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and her blue eyes sparkled brightly.
Sarah Madison had a pleated black skirt, a pink short sleeve button down hiding just a little extra weight, white sheer stockings, and black open toe strappy heels. Her breasts were soft weights beneath the top and it was very clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Knowing her, panties were only a possibility. Her reddish blond hair had been lightly curled that morning and her soft sky gray eyes were watching her friends with amusement. She had full sensual lips with conservative gloss on them. Her light blue eyes seemed to look into you.
Jessica Smith, though not present at the moment, had picked her favorite pair of cut-off shorts, cowgirl boots with branded hearts on the toes, and a plain white cami which clung to the curves of her sides and her breasts. Beneath the white fabric a lacy pattern of blue fabric could be seen. Like she hadn't done that on purpose. Jessica was all about the thrill, the build. She said she liked to wear as many layers as possible so that she could feel her lover shaking as he undressed her. She had long, viking red hair which in the morning looked like fire scattered over her pillow and forest green eyes.
Samantha Jones, Sammy as she liked to be called, wouldn't be arriving until later. The only known virgin of the group, Sammy would probably arrive in some version of a sun dress, plain granny panties with a chastity belt, and a white double-secure bra to prevent boys from getting the wrong idea. Her blonde hair would be in a tight bun, glasses on the bridge of her nose, light makeup, and a gently smile. Her breasts were like Sarah's. Perky mounds just begging to be touched, but forever going wanting. She had sky gray eyes like clouds before a summer sprinkling. She could capture a stare and hold it, command it, not that she knew she could.
Katerina had on a crop top displaying her stomach, a pair of jeans to rival Rachel's, and her sensitive swells were aching to be touched, nibbled, and teased to tenderness. She had on her offending flip flops, freshly applied polish to her nails, chocolate brown eyes, and her brown hair was messy from the nap she hadn't intended to take. Speaking of naps. . .
