Author's note - sorry I've keep mixing up the names of Adam and Drew. Drew is the step-brother, and Adam is his mate.
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Katie tried focusing on her homework, but it was no use. All she could think about was Drew and Adam, Adam and Drew. Hot steamy sex with her step-brother and his best mate. She hadn't known tongues could do those things to her fun parts. And it didn't seem she had it in her to resist them, even though it was wrong. Besides laws against that sort of thing, her mother would ground her until she was ninety if she found out Katie was having sex, let alone sex with two guys.
Just the thought of them made her squirm on her chair. At the oddest moments visions of what they had done to her flitted through her mind, and her panties turned damp. It was hell on doing maths homework.
She slipped her hand down under the table and pressed it against herself. Even a light touch through her panties was enough to make her throb. She reluctantly pulled her fingers away and sighed. She had to study for a maths quiz. Now was not the time to give in to fantasies.
"Katie!" She jumped, almost slipping off her chair.
"Yeah, Mum?"
"When you have finished your homework, come down and set the table."
"Ok."
Picking up her textbook, she tried to make sense of the mathematical formulas and equations. After re-reading the page four times, she slumped over the desk, her forehead resting against the open textbook. Study by osmosis, not. She watched the rise and fell of her breasts, the way her nipples were pressing against the soft cotton. The memory of Drew sucking on them snuck into her head. The breath shuddered from her lungs.
She could last five minutes without thinking about Drew and Adam, couldn't she? Yes!
She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, fiddling with the long strands before plaiting some. What was her problem? She had gone eighteen years without sex, now she couldn't last a week? That thing about guys thinking about sex more often than girls was complete trash. Or maybe it was that girls thought about the guys they wanted to do it with, rather than thinking about actually doing it? Katie smacked herself on the forehead. Not helping, she told herself.
With a groan she pushed back from her desk and slammed out of her room. Perhaps setting the table will get her mind off Drew and Adam, since avoiding them for the past week hadn't worked. As Katie clattered into the kitchen, a strange thought crossed her mind. What if her mother could read her mind by just looking at her. Eeew!
~*~
Going out with Pete had been a blunder. Easily one of her worse. They were pulled up outside her house in his rusty two-seater truck. The windows were wound down to allow for natural air-conditioning, and the street was quite except for a couple of barks down the road.
She was sort of leaning against the door, half facing him. He was kissing her neck, one hand down her thin t-shirt and playing with her breast rather roughly, the other finding her polka-dot panties.
In a moment of weakness, she had caved when Pete called. She had been thinking about starting afresh with him, wondering if things might be better now that she had some experience. Her friends told her the first few times weren't always that great and that it eventually got better. And with Pete, it hadn't been great. Neither of them had known what they were doing, and Pete, usually so confident around girls, seemed to turn really shy and nervous, which made her nervous and uncomfortable. Katie wondered if it was as bad for Pete as it was for her, but maybe it was different for guys?
Now they were outside her home, and she wanted to escape, but not so noticeably that Pete took offence. Katie had thought giving Pete a good night kiss was just that.
She wiggled against him, trying to hide her grimace as he squeezed her breast too hard. For once she wished she had the type of parents who waited up to make sure her date didn't get fresh. She gasped when Pete slipped his finger under the edge of her panties and tried to find her pleasure button. Unfortunately, he took her gasp it as a sign of encouragement. Oh geez, she didn't know how to tell him to stop without seemingly rejecting him. Again.
She could just imagine it. "Pete, I like you, we've been dating for a year, we've had sex about three times now, but you just don't turn me on. And since I dumped you, I got it on with my gorgeous step-brother and his friend, and they really know how to turn me on. You understand, don't you?" Then Pete would say, "Sure thing Katie. Friends?"
"Pete, stop..."
He was rubbing a bit hard, and she tried not to wince. Then she almost fell out of the car when her car door was swung open. She screamed. Cool air rushed over her as she gazed up at her broad-shouldered step-brother, his face cast in shadows. He was wearing jeans and nothing else.
"I-uh, it's n-not what you think," Pete stammered, trying to cover his pants. Pete's face was bright red under the car interior light. Katie knew her face was equally red as she struggled ungracefully to reach the road with her kitten heels while straightening her denim skirt. She couldn't bear to look at Drew, and thankfully there was a car door between them because she didn't know whether she wanted to hug him or strangle him.
Drew's folded arms rested on the window frame. "Well, Pete. I happen to think you were feeling up Katie. Trust me, I hope you enjoyed it while you did, because if I ever find you sniffing around Katie again, I'll cut your small prick off."
Drew slammed the door shut. After almost a minute of silently watching Pete fumble with his car keys, the engine started, and the tyres squealed as Pete drove off.
Katie stood there, hands in her back pockets as she watched the red lights disappear around the corner. "That wasn't very nice. I think you frightened him."
"Serves him right for trying to get into your pants." Drew shrugged.
"He wasn't getting into my pants," she managed with a blush. Unable to look at him, she turned and hurriedly walked along the garden walk way toward the front door.
"That's not what it looked like." He followed close behind her, so he had a good laugh when her heel got stuck between stone pavers.
"It's none of your business. We cooled it for a while, and now we're seeing if we can work things out." Never again.
"I saw what "work things out" means."
Did he have to sound so amused? How much could Drew have seen, anyway? Drew made her mad at times, like right now. So what if her boyfriend didn't know how to turn her on, it wasn't a crime. "Pete was really trying. Unlike you, he doesn't have the advantage of having slept with every girl on campus, or near about."
"Jealous?" Was this jealousy? She didn't plan to stick around to find out.
"Do I have reason to be? You're here, aren't you?" She stuck her tongue out at him before racing up the three shallow steps and fumbling with the front door latch.
One hand pressed against the door above her head while he caught her arm, swinging her around and pushing her back up against the door. Her heart pounded. "Since I am, you better make it worthwhile. "
His mouth landed on hers, hot and hard and oh so good. He crowded her beneath the shadowy overhang, his hands cupping her face. She moaned as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his hips grinding against her. One hand slipped along her thigh to snake up and clutch her bottom, dragging her even closer.
"I can't stop thinking about you. The way you feel, the sounds you make when you come, your skin, your scent. You're driving me mad." He groaned, hard and heavy where he pressed against her belly. Fingers reached beneath her skirt and curled around the front of her panties, dragging them down her long tanned thighs until they fell to her ankles.
"Drew," she murmured at the sound of his zipper being yanked down. His tongue tangled with hers as he lifted her by the ass against the door, grinding himself against her. Katie moaned, tingling throbs making themselves known down there. Her whole world narrowed down to the delicious friction of his hardness rubbing against her tender flesh. "This is wrong." But if felt too good. She held on to him, her legs wrapping around his hips as she arched against him.
Her arms around his neck tightened in protest as he shifted away from her. Before she knew it, he was back, only the blunt head of him was wedging itself up inside of her. Katie gasped against his mouth as her tight walls yielded around the determined path he forged deep inside of her.
When she went out with Pete tonight, she hadn't planned on ending up making it with her step-brother against the front door of her home!
"Harder," she begged.
Drew half laughed, half groaned as he rammed himself deep in her slick tightness. "Do you like the feel of me fucking you, Katie?"
"God, yes. More," she cried.
They thumped against the door. Right then she couldn't care if her parents heard them, she wanted more. More of him, more of this. She squeezed and squirmed on him as she welcomed each fierce thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Hold on." His arms slid under her knees to grip her bottom firmly before he staggered over to the wooden beach sitting beneath the lounge room window. He sat down, so that she straddled him with her knees resting on the cushions on either side of his hips, his cock seated deep within her as his mouth closed over hers. She began to move on him, tentatively at first, her inner muscles clenching and quivering around him.
