Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Game Night Pt.  01


Summary: He put them first every day, now they're returning the favor.


Keywords: inc,fic





   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.
. .

   "So, I got Owen to give me a foot massage today." She said with a smile.


   "I bet he loved that." Rachel added.

   "He always acts like he hates it, but from the bulge he always gets . .
."

   "Yeah, he puts on quite a show.  And I'm not talking about the
pretending thing." Sarah added.

   "Anyway," Katerina tried to refocus her friends, "that wasn't the
important part."

   "Well, go on." Sarah prodded.

   "He gave me such a good massage while we were watching Supernatural that
I fell asleep."

   "Big surprise there." Rachel snickered.

   "Aaand," Katerina continued, "when I woke up, Owen was gone, my feet
felt amazing, and I had a blanket on me that hadn't been there before."

   There was no mocking laughter this time.  The girls cooed over the
story.

   "He always takes such good care of you." Rachel all-but-whispered.

   "I wish I had someone who would do that for me." Sarah choked out.

   "He really does look after me.  Even when I'm an absolute brat to him,
he always takes time to make sure I'm okay."

   "Not just you." Rachel stated.

   "What do you mean?" Katerina asked.

   "Kat-"

   "And if you do that 'meow' thing, I'm going to get you for it." Sarah
interrupted.

   "Kat," Rachel started anew, "don't you remember last year when that
storm had hit and I hydroplaned and was terrified of trying to drive home?
Owen came out to Millstone road, got into the car, and drove me home."

   "I bet he did." Sarah waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

   "You know better, Sarah." Rachel chastised.  "He didn't try anything. 
He just wanted to make sure I was safe and comfortable." Rachel looked to
her lap.  "I love your brother."

   "Well, if we're being honest, he was there for me too." Sarah added.  "I
was at a party I shouldn't have been at and things were getting out of
hand. When I told my date I didn't want to do anything, he left me there. I
couldn't call my parents.  I called Owen.  He came and got me.  The son of
a bitch even wrapped his coat around me because I was shivering.  I can't
help but love him."

   And this, Katerina thought, is what tonight is all about.  Showing him
how much we love him.  How much he matters.

   She smiled as her phone buzzed forcefully in her lap.

   "Now we know why she holds it there." Rachel quipped.  "That must make
every message a "special" message."

   Katerina stuck her tongue out at her friend.  "Ooooh." Her eyes grew
wide.

   "What?" Sarah asked excitedly.

   "Nothing." Katerina replied quickly before hiding her phone.

   "Tell us!'" They all shouted.

   Katerina smiled coyly.  "Just that my big brother thinks if we're going
to be drinking and making a lot of noise that we may not want to have our
party here.  He says we can go to his apartment."

   The girls shared knowing looks and all nodded their heads in ascent.

   Katerina wasted no time in replying.  Big brother was playing right into
their hands.  More literally than he might have guessed.

   Owen had barely made it to the car when his phone had a meltdown. 
Aqua's Barbie Girl played on the loudest setting his phone could manage. 
He scrubbed his face with his hands knowing that his sister had pulled
another prank on him.  She would always sneak his phone and change some
random thing that he wouldn't find out about until he just happened upon
it. Or in this case, she called him.

   "We all love that idea!!  <3" The text read.

   Owen smiled and tried to tell himself that it was because he was being a
good brother.  The racing heart, the dry mouth, the excitement were all
just a part of being a good brother.  That's all.  Nothing else.

   Looking down at his phone he remembered the last time that Katerina had
messed with his phone.  He had been trying to text a friend that they
should get some food.  He'd texted.  "I really want some chicken." Except
the moment he hit send the work chicken autocorrected to "raptor bird."
He'd typed it again and again as he hit send got slapped with "raptor
bird." In his frustration he typed "Fuckin' Katerina" and as he hit send he
was caught off guard again.  "Fuckin' Katerina" was autocorrected to "fudge
sickle, you naughty boy.  ;p" He'd been so angry.  Seven lines of "raptor
bird" and a final line of "fudge sickle, you naughty boy." She had called
him on everything he would do when her prank finally paid off.

   Come to think of it, he'd never gotten her back for that.

   It was nearing six o'clock when Owen pulled into the driveway of what he
modestly called his apartment.  The turn of the century town home had a
white fenced in porch with a couch swing, rustic reclaimed rocking chairs,
and featured two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a basement for laundry and
storage.  He made it seem that he was only renting the place when in
actuality he was well on his way to owning the place.  With arms curled
around the brown paper bags full of glassware clanging softly, he opened
the way into the house and looked around to make sure everything was guest
friendly.  None of the girls had been to his place, not even Katerina, and
he wanted the first experience to be perfect.

   After slipping the drinks into the freezer, the lemons on the counter
top, and folding the bags for reuse, Owen busied himself by tidying up the
mostly pristine setting.  All the while his stomach fluttered and his mind
blazed with ideas of what may happen herein.

   He'd just finished getting dressed after a quick shower when he heard a
knock on the door.  His heart beat like a triphammer but he calmly walked
to the door and opened the way.  His sister, Rachel, and Sarah walked in
with while tapping away at the screens of their phones.  Rachel and Sarah
seemed to be playing some kind of game.  Katerina, as always, was texting
away.  Between the three of them they had a single backpack and nothing
else.

   "Didn't you guys bring anything to sleep in?" He'd regretted the
question as soon as he'd asked it.  Surprisingly all he got in way of a
snarky response was Katerina smiling at him.

   "We'll figure something out." Rachel said nonchalantly.

   Owen took a breath and closed his mouth.

   "Well, are you just going to stand there?" Katerina asked cheerily.  "Or
do you think you can get us something to drink while we take care of
things?"

   "Take care of t-things?" Suddenly his mouth was very dry.

   "Yeah." Sarah stroked his arm gently.  "We need to freshen up."

   "Powder our noses." Rachel added, leaning against his other side.

   "You know," Katerina stepped closer, "let our hair down and kick off our
shoes." Her eyes sparkled.  "It seems like a good night to go barefoot."
She licked her lip lightly before turning away so fast the end of her hair
whipped against his face.

   Untangling himself from the other girls Owen moved for the kitchen. 
"I'll get the drinks.  Bathroom's upstairs." His cheeks were burning and he
desperately needed to get his erection under control.

   In the kitchen he cursed as he picked up three tumblers and put ice in
them.  "How did she know!?" He shouted in his mind.  Katerina had said what
she'd said on purpose.  Somehow she knew his secret and had just revealed
it in front of her friends.  He was so humiliated.  And yet, he'd felt
something in the room.  Some kind of charge.  Rachel and Sarah had
continued to hold on to him even after Katerina had shown her hand.  Maybe
. . .  maybe they didn't care?

   He popped the cork stopper free from the slender frosted bottle and
poured a generous amount of the vodka into each glass.  It smelled like
pineapple and other fruit juices, but the spice of the scent confessed of
the alcohol.  This should be interesting.

   Upstairs he could hear giggling and the sounds of people moving around.
He refused to let his mind imagine what those girls were doing up there. 
Wasn't going to happen.  Especially as the sound of the shower registered
to his ears.

   He put the freshly poured drinks, cup and all, into the freezer so they
would be ready when the girls were.  Having nothing left to do he walked
into the living room, sat down on the couch, and began flipping through
channels trying to find something to calm his nerves.

   He'd been watching Ridiculousness for about 10 minutes when someone
knocked.  Feeling his nerves ramp up once more he opened the door and found
Jessica standing on the other side.  The redhead was wearing a pull over
sweater with a button up beneath, and belt cinched dark cut-off blue jean
shorts glued on legs leading down to softly dusted cowgirl boots.  Her read
hair was down and fell over her shoulders like a wave of flame.

   "Is it okay if I'm here?" Jessica asked.  Her eyes were downcast and she
looked up at Owen through her lashes.  Probably a look she had practiced. A
lot.

   With those green eyes focused on him, like the underside of spruce
nettles, Owen found himself lost.  He nodded to reassure her because his
words failed him.

   Jessica had been excited for the party when she'd thought it would be at
Katerina's childhood home.  When the location had changed she'd been
hesitant about attending.  The man standing before her had been everything
she'd ever said she wanted in a man.  He was funny, charming, and when it
came down to it, there was nothing he wouldn't do for someone he cared
about.  She had never treated him as she should have.

   The last time they had spent any time together had ended horribly.  A
long drive, a tense silence, and no last words spoken later she had been
deposited safely at home, and he had driven himself away.  In this moment
she wanted nothing more than to go back in time and beat herself silly.

   Owen sat down on the couch and as he did so she took a moment to really
let herself see him.  He was six feet tall, lean, but he liked to slouch
and hide his body behind baggy shirts and comfortable jeans.  She knew from
experience the way his muscles could flex and flash as he'd propelled
himself through the water the last time the group had gone swimming.  His
dark hair was getting longer and the five o clock shadow he tried to
control had grown into a short beard on his cheeks and jawline.

   Only once had she felt his strong hands on her body and the reaction had
been so visceral that she had flown into full-blown panic.  One night. 
That's all it could take to ruin something.  Just one stupid moment on one
stupid night.

   "Have the others made it yet?" Jessica asked quietly.

   "Ah, yeah." Owen looked at her and when their eyes met he could see the
pain in hers.  "They're upstairs, powdering their noses."

   Jessica laughed.  She couldn't help it.  And as she laughed Owen seemed
to shiver as he closed his eyes.

   Opening his eyes Owen found himself speaking before he knew what he was
going to say.  "You look wonderful." He said in a sigh.  His blush at
realizing what he'd said made her laugh again.

   "Thank you." She said gently.  "I wanted to look good," for you, "for
tonight." She finished.

   "Can I get you anything to drink?" He offered.

   "Sure, what do you have?"

   "Well, thanks to Kat, I have some 1800 Platinum because I heard you
wanted some tequila."

   "Sure, I can take a shot.  Probably don't have lemons, do you?"

   "Actually, again, I heard you would want some."

   Before she knew what she was doing Jessica leaned in to Owen and kissed
him on the corner of his mouth.  "You always take such good care of us."
She hugged him to her.  "You're like a big brother to each of us."

   Owen did his best to hide his cringe at them thinking of him as a
brother.  Friend-zoned as one thing.  The only time a brother-zone got you
anything was in Game of Thrones.

   "Well, let's get you a drink."

   Upstairs, Katerina, Rachel, and Sara danced smoothly beneath the spray
of the shower head as they each tried to get themselves cleaned up.  Still,
it was tight quarters and as they moved it was difficult not to end up in
odd positions.  While Rachel was bending down to shave her legs she found
her nose touching Sarah's mound as the other girls arched back beneath the
spray to rinse her hair.

   Deciding to push the envelope a little Rachel stuck out her tongue and
moved her head until she could taste her friend.  Sarah gasped as Rachel's
tongue slipped between her lips.

   "Hey!  I'm already horny enough, I don't need you adding to it."

   Rachel licked again, long and slow.  She had finished shaving her legs
and wanted to do something more entertaining.  Wrapping her arms around
Sarah's legs Rachel eased her face down farther until she could lock her
mouth on Sarah's smooth lips.  Sarah moaned softly and locked one hand on
Rachel's shoulder while the other curled into the wet black strands of
Rachel's hair.  Sarah closed her eyes as her friend began to lick strongly
and slowly up and down.

   Katerina knew there was a possibility that the three of them taking a
shower together might not be such a good idea.  Still, maybe they needed to
burn off some energy before the night progressed.  As she watched Sarah
pull Rachel's head where she wanted it she felt herself responding.  Her
breasts tingled, her sex warmed and dripped.  She flexed her toes
involuntarily.  Stepping closer she pressed her sex against the back of
Rachel's head effectively trapping the raven haired girl.  Rachel didn't
seem to mind.

   Katerina leaned in and captured Sarah's mouth in a passionate kiss. 
Their tongues swirling as they each fought to drive the other wilder. 
Katerina moaned as their breasts rubbed against each other.  Her nipples
hard points scraping against Sarah's soft flesh.  She wanted to feel Sarah
pull on the hard nubs, twist them gently, take them between her teeth.

   Rachel didn't have to move.  She held her tongue against Sarah's slit
and let the grinding of the two standing women move her.  She knew what was
about to happen.  She couldn't wait.  Of all the girls she had spent the
most time with Katerina.  She knew what Kat liked, what she really liked,
and what she liked most of all but was too self-conscious to talk about. 
Dropping her hand she stroked Katerina's leg, trying to let the brunette
know that it was okay.  That she was ready.

   Katerina broke away from the kiss as she felt Rachel's hand on her leg.
She grinded harder against the girl as her desire began to reach its first
peak.  She pulled Sarah back in for another consuming kiss because she
needed the contact, but she also needed to know the other girl wouldn't
see.

   Katerina pulled hard on her own nipple and let herself go.

   Rachel flicked her tongue faster against the hard clit between her lips.
She could feel the spray coming from Katerina and it made her feel hotter,
sexier, owned.  It had been by accident that she had walked in on Katerina
peeing into the toilet and masturbating furiously.  Katerina had blushed as
her tears filled with eyes.  Rachel had calmed her in an instant.  "Keep
going." She had said.

   Now Katerina's pee sprayed into her hair, not for the first time, and
raced in a rush down Rachel's back.  Rachel's delicate sex pulsed as if she
were being pounded roughly and though she desperately wanted to, she did
not touch herself.

   Katerina kept grinding against Rachel's head as her orgasm poured
through her.  She had never been able to explain it but she loved pee play.
It had started with her watching squirting videos, then desperation videos,
then rubbing herself as she peed, and finally getting caught by Rachel. 
Rachel standing in the bathroom watching her finger herself as she peed had
been the most erotic moment of her life.  They had spent a lot of time
together making new memories.

   Now, peeing on Rachel while kissing Sarah with Sarah not knowing she was
peeing . . .  it was no wonder her orgasm had arrived so quickly.

   "Oh, oh, shit." Sarah whimpered as Rachel flicked her tongue wildly. 
"Oh, fuck!  Fuck."

   Katerina put her hands on the sides of Sarah's face.  Their eyes locked.
"You feel that little slut licking you." Sarah groaned and closed her eyes.
"She wants you to cum on her pretty little face.  She's begging for it."
Sarah began to shake lightly, mewling to herself as her stomach tensed and
relaxed.

   Katerina pulled Sarah's earlobe between her teeth before continuing.  "I
want to see it.  I'm standing here, watching you get your sweet little
pussy eaten by her.  By your friend.  She's tasting you, teasing you,
breathing you in, and she wants to feel you let go."

   Sarah's toes clenched and her knees went loose but Katerina held her up.
"Look at me, beautiful.  Look into my eyes."

   Sarah did as she was told.

   "Reward your little slut and cum all over her pretty face."

   Sarah pressed her mouth against Katerina's neck as she moaned. 
"Fuuuucccccckkkk!" Her body shook and slurping noises drown out the spray
of the shower and Rachel licked and sucked every drop of Sarah's nectar.

   Lowering Sarah gently to the floor, Katerina looked at Rachel's glossy
face.  "Your turn." She said softly.

   Rachel smiled brightly.  This was exactly why she hadn't touched
herself. She knew Katerina would not leave her like this.

   Katerina pulled Rachel to her feet.  She was dripping wet and though
they were in the shower they both were intimately aware of what else
covered her skin.  Katerina pulled Rachel closer seemingly to give her a
hug.  Rachel shivered in her lover's arms as she heard Katerina inhaling
through her nose.  Breathing in the scent of her skin and what had been put
upon it.

   Katerina had a fetish for peeing, Rachel longed to be claimed, owned,
and smelled.  Her fire burned hotter within her leaving her panting for
more.  Her breaths were fast and shallow as her heart hammered in
anticipation.

   Katerina pulled away slowly letting Rachel see the satisfaction on her
face.  "You've been a very good girl." Katerina stated huskily.

   Rachel licked her lower lip and pulled the side of it between her teeth.
Looking into Katerina's brown eyes she could only nod.

   "Should I reward you now?"

   Rachel nodded vigorously.

   "Or," Katerina purred, "maybe I should leave you wanting, watching as
you try not to beg anyone to fuck you raw.  Watch you eyeing Owen as the
night goes on.  Imagining what his thick cock would taste like in your
mouth, feel like in your hands, your throat . . .  your dripping slit."
Katerina slid two fingers into Rachel's dripping sex.  Her fingers were
coated instantly and gripped greedily by the hungry muscles within.

   Rachel moaned and seemed about to fall.  She clenched her hands on
Katerina's shoulders.

   "Please." Rachel whispered barely loud enough to hear.

   "What?" Katerina asked as she moved her fingers slowly.

   "Please." Rachel's voice was louder, more desperate.  "Don't stop."

   "I love when you ask for it." Katerina began to move faster.

   "Please, Kat, please don't stop.  I'm getting so close.  I-" Rachel's
breathing became heavier, and her speech more jumbled, "I need it Kat.  I'm
going to cum all over your fingers.  I'll be your toy.  Just don't stop."

   Katerina started moving her fingers faster.  The sound of sloshing
liquid filled the small stall and it wasn't from the water on the floor.

   "Oh fuck that's hot." Sarah whispered from her seat.

   "You're going to be my toy?"

   "Yes!" Rachel nearly shouted.

   "Going to let me cum all over your pretty little mouth and tongue?"
Katerina licked her way up Rachel's neck.

   "God, yes!" Rachel arched her back her hips rolling continuously.  "And
my fingers, my breasts, and anywhere else you want.  Just don't stop."

   "Promise me?"

   "Yes.  Yes.  Whatever you want.  Whatever.  Anything.  Ah, oh, fuck,
fuck, fuck.  I'm cuummminnnnngg!" Rachel bucked against Katerina wildly. 
Katerina continued to pound her fingers into Rachel's hot box bringing the
other girl higher and higher as one orgasm crashed into the next.

   When Rachel's moan died down to a soft whimper Katerina pulled her
fingers out and looked at the thick, white liquid on them.  Holding up her
middle finger and looking Sarah in the eyes Katerina slid the finger into
her mouth and sucked it clean.  She walked over to Sarah and held the other
finger out.

   Sarah shook her head no but Katerina was having none of that.  She
pressed her finger closer and watched with satisfaction as Sarah opened her
mouth slowly.  The girl was hesitant to take her first taste but in just a
moment she was sucking greedily on the digit swirling her tongue around and
around.

   Katerina smiled, proud of herself.

   Rachel, feeling herself shaking from watching Katerina feed her cum to
Sarah, fell to her butt in the shower.

   Owen had returned with two shots of tequila, a quarter of lemon with the
seeds already cut out, and a shaker of salt.  "I think this is how it's
done, right?"

   Jessica eyed the two glasses.  "Trying to get me drunk fast, slugger?"

   Owen stammered.  "I, uh, well, I just didn't think it was very
gentlemanly to let a girl drink alone."

   Jessica smiled sweetly at him.  "That's very thoughtful."

   When Jessica picked up the offered shot glass and held it out toward him
Owen laughed.  In that moment Jessica realized that she had never heard a
sound she liked more.  This young man sitting in front of her in white
tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a white polo was truly something special.  He
had spent so much of his time tending to the women around him and until
recently none of those women had given him a thought.  It made her feel
that he was too good for them.

   Shaking herself she remembered that they were thinking of him.  That
from tonight it was going to be all about him.

   He raised his glass.  "What should we toast to?"

   Jessica tapped her chin thoughtfully.  "To us."

   "Us?" Owen asked hesitantly.

   "Yes, the two of us sitting her together.  To us, to the future, and to
making amends."

   Owen chuckled again and clinked his glass against hers.  They tossed
back the shots, took turns biting the lemon (he made sure she went first)
and then licking salt from their hands.

   Jessica shook her head her hair sprawling over her back and flashing in
the lamplight.  Owen just looked at her.

   "What?" She asked suddenly worried she had something on her face or
boogers in her nose.

   "You just look good like that."

   "Like how?"

   "Hair down, easy smile, eyes dancing."

   "Do my eyes dance?" She laughed.

   "Yes." He replied evenly.

   Something about that moment sent her back.  She'd called Owen and asked
if he would give her a ride to a friends' house.  Owen, true to his nature,
said sure.  The address she'd given him had taken them to a frat where a
party was in full swing.  She'd burst from the car with Owen on her heels
talking to her trying to dissuade her from what she was set on doing.

   Even after giving him and earful of anger he had followed her around the
party.  She drank whatever anyone would give her, danced until her toes
hurt, and even made out with a few of the boys there.  Owen hadn't said
anything else.  He just stayed and even though she had been angry at him
for being there she'd known he was making sure she stayed as safe as
possible.  She had blacked out and woken up in a strange bed with a
comforter wrapped around her, a glass of water and some tylenol on the
nightstand, and her clothes folded in a chair by the bed.  Looking under
the blanket she found that she was only in her underwear.  Dreading the
worst she'd dressed and walked from the room to see where she had ended up.
That was the only other time she had ever been in Owen's house.

   With painful clarity she remembered being furious with him.  "You
undressed me!"

   Owen had looked shamefully at the floor and told her that he put her to
bed with her clothes on but around four in the morning she had gotten out
of bed and thrown up on her shirt and pants before passing out again.  He
had undressed her, put her in bed, and washed and dried her clothes.  She
knew without having to be told that he never tried anything else.

   She had never said she was sorry about her behavior.  She never even
said thank you.

   Snapping back to the present she looked up at him.  His attention had
drifted back to the show but every now and then his eyes would track back
over to her.

   Even now, she thought, even right now he still wants to make sure you
are ok.  He keeps checking on you to make sure you are safe, comfortable,
and ok.

   Her heart ached.

   "Owen," her voice caught in her throat.

   He paused the tv.  "Yeah?"

   Forcing herself to look at him she said, "I'm so sorry about that night.
That party.  The way I acted the next morning."

   Owen looked at the floor again; ashamed.

   Jessica scooted closer to him.  "All you did was try to take care of me.
You made sure I was safe.  You even slept on your couch and put me in your
bed."

   Owen looked up at her.

   "I was such a bitch to you.  I couldn't tell you," she took a steadying
breath, "at the time I had never had anyone look out for me like that. 
Take care of me.  It scared me that someone could be so nice and want
nothing in return." She put her hand on his.  "I couldn't even say thank
you.  But I should have.  I should have told you thank you because without
you I would have been all alone."

   Owen's face was tight with emotion.

   "Can you forgive me?" She pleaded.

   Owen took her into his arms holding her head against his chest as she
sobbed.  "There's nothing to forgive.  I just wanted you safe and happy."
He kissed the top of her head.  "That's all I ever want."

   She wiped her eyes and looked up at him.  He was looking at her and not
shying away.  In his eyes something called to her, shone for her.  She
recognized the feeling but, again, she was too much of a coward to call it
what it clearly was.

   Snuggling back into his chest she let him hold her.  Let his warmth
surround her.  Until . . .

   A loud thump sounded upstairs.

   Owen's head snapped to the stairway.  "What was that?"

   Jessica smiled.  "Sounds like someone having fun." She said with a grin.

   This time Owen couldn't stop images from flashing through his mind at
what that statement might mean.

   Samantha stood at the checkout counter, cheeks burning, while the
cashier rang her up.  As each piece was folded with experienced speed she
expected the register worker to give her some kind of a look.  The woman
with the pierced lip and blue black hair barely even noticed Samantha.

   "That'll be $153.37." The woman spoke with no emotion in her voice. 
Clearly she was bored of her job and everyone she met.

   Samantha swiped her card feeling guilty for the expenditure.  She had
resolved herself, though, and thus the purchase was justifiable.  The shy
blonde picked up the white overlarge plastic bag and hurried from the
store, hoping that no one she knew would see her.

   Exiting the store her phone chirped in her purse making her so
forcefully her feet left the ground.  Calming her nerves and freeing the
device she found a short text from Katerina.  "Location changed.  Brother's
place.  156 Willmore st.  Hurry, hurry." Samantha's hand shook as she
looked from the bag to her phone.  Now or never.  She set her shoulders and
headed for her car.

   The ride to the address was nerve wracking to say the least.  Samantha's
mind buzzed with questions about how things would go, and what-ifs, and
oh-God-don't-let-it-go-like-thats.

   When they'd had their little meeting to discuss having a sleepover
Samantha had been weary.  She knew the types of games and pranks her
friends got into on a regular basis and she'd been poked at many times for
being too prudish to play by their rules.  The truth was, Samantha was not
very secure in her skin.  She wondered what her friends would think if they
knew how early she got up each day or how long she spent getting ready
before school just to feel only okay.

   As the bag beside her whispered softly with each curve of the road or
press of the brakes she found herself resolving to give it her all tonight.
For so long she had wanted to be a full part of the group.  To be included
in their games and, even if she lost, to be trusted to play by the rules.
Tonight was about taking a step forward for herself.  And, she added
silently to herself, about experiencing something new with someone special.
Her cheeks burned as she blushed and even though she knew she would be
blushing a lot she remained firm in her resolve to be an active, eager, and
possibly even enthusiastic participant.

   As she rolled to a stop in front of a red light she looked over at the
plastic bag.  She chewed the corner of her lip and felt tingly all over. 
Sure, she felt like she was going to throw up and immediately fall over,
but until that happened she was all in.  Looking over at the bag once more
she thought about her other motivation, the one she didn't admit to herself
because she didn't know if it would ever be a possibility.

   She had been new at the school.  A late transfer.  Already a Junior and
her family moved to a new area.  Had to.  Her father's job had went up in
smoke as the market went down with a boom.  She found herself in a sea of
unfamiliar faces, walking unfamiliar hallways.

   When she'd met Katerina, Rachel, Sarah, and Jessica they had been thick
as thieves and cold to her.  They had picked on her for her clothes and the
way she wore her hair.  Samantha's first week at school and she felt like
an outcast.

   When she thought she couldn't take it anymore she had been walking down
the hall toward Chemistry and Katerina had rounded the corner.  They
collided and Samantha dropped her things to the floor in a sweeping mess of
books, papers, and pens.

   Katerina had laughed, flipped her hair, and stepped haughtily around the
mess.

   Samantha had felt the tears in her eyes as she dropped to her knees and
began to pick her things up from the floor.  The chaos of the mess was too
much.  It seemed like a reminder of her life.  How things had been
controlled, contained, and then in an instant they were scattered to the
wind.

   Another set of hands joined hers on the ground.  She looked up and mousy
brown hair moved this way and that as a boy knelt with her and helped her
gather her things.  He'd smiled at her.  Told her he liked the Bleach chibi
figure on her backpack that no one else had noticed.  He'd even asked her
her name.  No one had done that.  No one had cared.  He had.

   Suddenly her story was rushing out.  She told him about the girls
picking on her, how she had been feeling, and how miserable she was.  His
face had tightened and he'd told her that if she would trust him next week
would be better.

   She'd said she would try.  He told her his name and as he walked toward
his class he glanced over his shoulder at her.

   "Ban-Kai." He called to her.

   Her cheeks burned but she smiled.  For the first time since the move,
she smiled.

   And the next week things changed.  Katerina had apologized to her, so
had Rachel, Sarah, and Jessica.  They seemed to truly mean it.  They
insisted that she give them a chance to make it up to her and in no time at
all she felt like a part of something.  It felt good.  But she held herself
back from really joining them.  Now, she wanted to know what that would
feel like.

   Thinking of Owen as she accelerated through the intersection she
remembered how he had been there for her.  When her father had gotten sick,
he'd driven her to the hospital to see him.  When she couldn't find a date
for prom, he asked her if she would take him.  When she was beyond stressed
about the amount of homework she had to do, he would make time to listen to
her.  In all the time that she had known him he had never once told her no.
Never made her feel like he would rather be anywhere else.  Had never had
anything more important to do.

   And that, among other things, was why when the other girls told her
their plans she had been all about agreeing.  There would never be a better
time.

   The bag continued to whisper beside her and an idea formed in her mind.
No time like the present, she told herself.

   The episode of Ridiculousness finished and Jessica was still cuddled
against him.  Every once in a while she would move her head like she was
rubbing her cheek against his chest.  He kept his arm around her and used
his free hand to flip the channels again.

   It was weird to find himself in this situation.  He'd always been lucky
when it came to hanging out with women.  He didn't necessarily have the
easiest time talking to him but for one reason or another he would be in
their presence.  He remembered the night of the party.  Jessica had torn
him a new one in front of everyone at the party.  He'd been laughed at, had
an empty beer can tossed at him, and then he'd been forgotten.  Jessica had
ignored him for the rest of the party but he couldn't pull himself to
leave. He had to make sure she was okay.  He felt. . .  responsible for
her. Especially since he had been her ride.

   He remembered feeling ashamed for undressing her.  Hating himself for
being so dumb.  His cheeks burned every time she would come over and he
would make any excuse to be anywhere else.  He never expected her to say
sorry or to thank him.  He thought she hated him.  Yet, here she sat,
snuggled as close as she could get to him and letting him hold her.  It
seemed to him that she needed to be held.  That she wanted him holding her.

   He shook his head.  Jessica didn't need anyone holding her.  And if she
did, she could have whomever she wanted.  Beating his ego back down he
refocused on the tv.

   "What is this?" Katerina asked.  Her voice seemed to insinuate
something.

   Owen moved to jump away but Jessica had him pinned against the arm of
the couch.

   "Uh, well, . . .  uh" He stammered.  I'm getting really good at that, he
thought.

   "I got cold." Jessica offered.  "Owen was keeping me warm."

   Katerina raised her eyebrows.  "Did he?" She laughed.

   "Not like that." Jessica said.  "Although . . ." She looked at Owen.

   He must have been visibly shocked because even Jessica couldn't suppress
a chuckle of delight.

   "Your brother was a perfect gentleman."

   Katerina met her brother's eyes.  "He always is." Her eyes flicked to
the suspiciously empty shot glasses.  "You guys started without us?"

   As Owen was about to speak Jessica interrupted.  "From the sound of that
loud thump, I could ask the same of you, Sarah, and Rachel." Jessica didn't
even turn to face Katerina so she missed the spectacular sight of
Katerina's mouth dropping open.

   It was then that Owen noticed what his sister was wearing, or rather,
not wearing.  "Kat, you're naked."

   "Meow?" Katerina replied with a shimmy.

   "Katerina!" Owen warned.

   Katerina turned on the stairs looked over her should at Owen and
narrowed her eyes.  "Me-ow!" She yowled before dropping her town and
running bare-assed up the stairs.

   Owen was too stunned to do anything other than watch her full butt swing
from side-to-side as she moved up and out of sight.

   "Now she's naked." Jessica said quietly a smile playing at her lips.

   "Yep.  You called it." Owen replied.  "Ready for another?"

   Jessica looked up at Owen.  "You ever hear the song, Tequila Makes Her
Clothes Fall Off?"

   Owen nodded.

   "You should see what it does to me." She sat up so he could move. 
"Another?"

   Owen nodded once more.

   He made it into the kitchen before Jessica spun Owen around and pressed
him against the wall.  Pressing her mouth to his she lost herself to the
kiss.  Her body felt on fire and the closer she moved to Owen the more the
ache eased.

   Owen felt himself give in to the kiss.  She tasted of lemon and her body
was hot and soft.  As she pressed against him he was aware of his erection
pressing into her lower stomach.  She must have noticed his arousal as well
because she groaned into his mouth and kissed him hungrily her tongue
swirling with his own.  As their kiss deepened Jessica lifted one leg and
put it beside him on the wall.  From her new position the head of his
erection straining against his jeans pressed against the center of her
pants.

   She rolled her hips against the pressure dragging her hands down his
arms as her passion burned through her.

   Owen could feel himself nearing orgasm and as much as he wanted to feel
that release he pulled away.

   Jessica's face was flushed, her lips red and slightly swollen.  The look
in her eyes and the rapid rise and fall of her breath told him she would
eat him whole if he would let her.

   "Wow." Was all he could say.

   Jessica licked her lips and rolled her hips suggestively.  "There's
plenty more." She seemed to shiver.  "I could really use that drink now."

   With shaking hands and a pulsing erection, Owen poured two more shots
and prepped the lemons.

   He held his glass out to her.  "What should we toast to this time?" He
asked.

   Jessica looked him full in the eyes.  "To the best night of our lives."
She clicked her glass against his and shot it back.

   Two shots in before the party even started and he was wondering at how
much had changed in a matter of minutes.  Jessica smiled at him clearly
feeling the alcohol beginning to go to work.

   "Another?" Jessica asked slurring slightly.

   "I don't know." Owen hedged.  "I don't know how the party is going to go
and I want to make sure everyone is okay and has a good time."

   Jessica frowned slightly, considering his words.

   "Okay." She said at last.  "We can wait on the drink.  I need to talk to
your sister and the others anyway." Jessica started for the stairs. 
"Holler at us when Samantha gets here?"

   Owen nodded trying not to stare at her ass as she walked away.  The
struggle was real.

   Stepping into what had to be Owen's room (cause why would Katerina pick
any other room) Jessica was not surprised to find three naked girls just
casually sitting on Owen's bed.  Correction, Rachel and Sarah were sitting
casually on Owen's bed.  Katerina was straddling Owen's pillow and moving
her hips like a true cowgirl.

   Jessica rolled her eyes.  Coughing loud enough to get everyone's
attention she spoke plainly.  "We have a small problem."

   Katerina stopped mid grind.  "What problem could we possibly have?"

   "Your brother wants us, and I quote, to be okay and have a good time."

   "What does that mean?" Sarah asked.

   "It means," Jessica continued, "he is afraid we are going to get drunk
and do something we wouldn't really want to do."

   "Fuck me." Katerina sighed.

   "Not if we don't figure something out." Rachel replied.

   "While you're thinking on that, may I ask, how long were you planning on
being naked in his room?  And Katerina, what are you doing?"

   Katerina smiled.  "Just adding a little scent to his pillow." She rolled
her hips again.

   "Well get dressed.  We need to get this party started with all the right
players." Jessica complained.

   "I thought you said we couldn't start until we figure out the drinking
thing and my honorable brother." Katerina reminded.

   "Yeah. . ." Jessica tapped her foot.

   Rachel sat up quickly.  "I've got an idea."

   "You wanna share with the class?" Sarah leaned in.

   "What if we are just honest before we start drinking."

   "What?" They all said in unison.

   "Like a pledge." Rachel said.

   "Like, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good?"

   Rachel giggled.  "A little more detailed.  Something like, I am aware
that tonight is going to be wild.  By being here I'm up for anything that
can happen and I agree to follow the rules of the games.  I not only
consent to having sex with anyone in the room I eagerly await it.  I choose
to drink and have a good time and I know that no matter what happens
tonight I will be safe."

   "We'd have to write it down but I think that would work." Jessica
replied.

   "I don't know guys." Katerina hedged.  "There's a lot of implication to
that statement.  Me saying that would be pretty close to me telling my
brother I would be okay fucking him."

   Jessica rolled her eyes.  "Your grinding your vagina on his pillow."

   "There's a difference between wanting to tease him crazy and saying I
want him in me."

   Sarah moved closer to Katerina.  "We all make the statement." She put
her palm on Katerina's face.

   "Okay." Katerina replied.

   "Besides," Jessica added, "We won't let him fuck you."

   "Really?" Katerina asked.

   "Too hard." Jessica added with a smile.

   "But you have to play by the rules, too." Sarah stated.  "If the game
says you do something with him-"

   "I'll do it." Katerina replied.  "You know I play by the rules."
Katerina's eyes flicked to Rachel.  Of the girls gathered in the room she
was the only one who truly knew Katerina and the desires she held within.
Rachel smiled warmly and nodded her head knowingly.

   Thank you, Katerina mouthed silently.

   "Now," Sarah rubbed her hands together devilishly, "who has a pen?"

   Samantha had pulled up to the curb with her lights off.  She'd meant to
get ready when she had last looked at her purchase but the crowded streets
and short lights didn't afford her the time.  Now, in front of Owen's home,
she felt an odd thrill as she kicked her shoes off and began to undo the
button on her jeans.  Hooking her fingers through the waist of her jeans
and panties she felt like a wanton slut as she pulled them both down her
legs.  She blushed as her core began to tingle knowing at any moment anyone
might see her bare from the waist down.

   Careful not to bump the horn and call more attention to herself, she
worked her new panties up her legs making sure everything was covered and
looked presentable.  God, just thinking that word, knowing that she
intended to present herself, made her burn hotter.  She freed the skirt
from the bag and pulled the tags off.  It wouldn't be returned.

   Pulling it into place she felt instantly sexier.  She shrugged her way
out of her shirt and bra and felt exposed as her breasts seemed to glow in
the ambient night light.  Her nipples hardened and begged for her
attention. She'd never played with her clit or ground herself against
anything, but she had made herself cum numerous times just from teasing and
tormenting her sensitive buds.  The heavy weights tingled in time with the
rest of her and her pulse acted as the conductor, keeping time between
beats.

   She pulled the red silk over her head and let it slide into place
feeling like a river of soft fabric against her skin.  It had enough fabric
to cover her sides and the front of her body, but there was no back. 
Nothing to hide a bra strap.  She left hers off.  Her breasts rubbing
against the material, the soft fabric teasing her nipples.  Nothing to hide
her skin from hungry, commanding eyes.

   She squeezed her thighs together as she thought of Owen looking at her
with that intent.  Again her breasts begged for attention but she wanted to
be ready.  She wanted to be wild.  She wanted to be dripping and begging
when the time came.  She wanted to remember this night as vividly as she
could for the rest of her life.

   Reaching back into the bag she pulled out the stockings she had
purchased.  Long, black, sheer, stockings.  Rolling them up her leg she
found herself admiring the way her red painted toe nails showed through the
fabric and another thrill shot through her as the hem stretched across her
well toned thigh.  She repeated the process with her other leg.

   Lastly she slipped her small feet into glossy black three inch heels. 
She knew that heels would be torture for her feet, but with any luck she
wouldn't be wearing them long.

   Looking into the mirror she applied a light pass of crimson lipstick and
brushed her lightly curled hair over her shoulder with the back of her
hand. Her grey eyes seemed to shine brighter tonight as they looked back at
her from the reflective surface.

   She opened the car door and rose unsteadily to her feet.  Her first few
steps were shaky but she would not let herself fall.  Before she knocked on
the door she nervously smoothed the fabric of her clothes.  The movement of
the silk caused her nipples to lengthen, and the bump at the back of her
skirt made her feel foolish.  She pulled her stockings up but there was
still a good inch of skin between the tops of the sheer material and the
bottom of her skirt.

   She took a calming breath.  When that didn't work, she took three more.

   She raised her hand and pressed the button beside the door.  The bell
sounded within the house and she braced herself for whomever might answer
the door.  Smiling brightly she was greeted with warm brown eyes, mousy
hair, and a handsomely bearded face she had never seen look so shocked.

   "Samantha?" Owen almost whispered.

   Sammy smiled and took a step inside where she promptly lost her balance
and began to fall.  This is going to hurt, she thought, and not just my
pride.  She closed her eyes against the impending collision.

   It never came.

   Opening one eye she looked up at Owen and found that he had caught her
in his arms.  "I got you." He said looking down at her.  As his cheeks
began to turn red she registered that her new silk shirt was not as
intimately close as it had been.

   He helped her back to her feet and looked away sheepishly.

   Feeling a boldness she did not recognize Samantha rose up on her toes
and kissed him gently on the lips.  "It's okay." She whispered.  "I bought
this for a reason."

   Owen swallowed hard as Samantha sashayed around him.

   "The others are upstairs." Owen's voice was thick and crisp, like his
mouth was dry for some reason.

   Samantha smiled.  She liked the way he was watching her.  Loved the look
on his face as she moved around.  She knew that with each step of her left
foot the slit on the left side of her skirt opened obscenely wide.  Lewdly
opening the fabric and giving him just the briefest glimpse of something
pristinely white beneath.

   She giggled lightly when he "nonchalantly" clasped his hands in front of
his crotch.  She felt powerful.  She felt desired.  She felt as she thought
a woman should feel.

   Turning to face him she did a slow spin, the skirt and shirt flaring out
as she moved giving him a good look of everything.  When she faced him once
more she asked, "How do I look?"

   Owen opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and licked his lips.  His
eyes never moved from her.

   Samantha felt her body responding to him.  He liked what he was seeing
and he wanted more.

   The door opening upstairs snapped them both from their stolen moment. 
Samantha smoothed her clothing once more and braced herself for whatever
her friends might say.

   Owen tried to readjust his erection while he thought no one was looking.
As he glanced back up he found Samantha's eyes on him and when their stares
locked she blushed prettily.  She had seen everything he had done.

   His erection pulsed of its own accord and her eyes grew wide.

   "Oh." One voice started.

   "My." The second nearly overlapped the first.

   "God." The last voice had to be Jessica.

   Silence followed during which Samantha looked self-consciously at the
glossy toes of her heels.

   "Well, that's it." Katerina stomped down the stairs.  "She obviously
wins the first round." Katerina seemed to sneer before she brightened with
a genuine smile and pulled Samantha into her arms.  "You look amazing! 
Just gorgeous."

   Samantha smiled as her cheeks flushed.

   A thousand questions in a awe-filled voices and as she gave answers
where she could find space to talk she made never forgot about Owen.  It
was for him that she stood in the middle of his house wearing something
that made her feel practically naked.  And with his eyes on her, what a
spectacular thing to feel.

   "Alright." Katerina called everyone's attention.  It had taken them
nearly twenty minutes to finish ogling Samantha and during that time Owen
had gotten everyone something to drink.  With glasses in front of them they
all turned to face Katerina.  "It's time to get this party officially
started."

   The girls all whooped.

   "Now," Katerina held her hand up, "we have to give it up for our
wonderful host.  The best guy any of us know; my brother Owen."

   More whooping.  Owen's cheeks burned as he blushed.

   "But," more of her hand held up, "before we begin we should lay some
groundwork for the night.  The lovely Jessica brought some things to our
attention and as such we have prepared this paper." She held up a piece of
notebook paper with the frillies still on the edges.  "We will each read it
out loud and sign our names to the bottom of it.  These are the rules of
engagement for the night and a testament to our desire to be here."

   Immediately, Owen wondered what was on the page.

   Jessica stood up.  "We have a lot of games in mind for tonight.  A lot
of . . ." she looked at Owen, "dirty games."

   Owen swallowed and noticed that Samantha had tensed a little.

   "Each game has its own rules and expectations so we have included a list
of everything we could think of that could possibly happen tonight.  When
you sign this paper you are stating that now, sober, you are okay with any
doing any of those things with someone else or having them done to you."

   Samantha shifted in her seat.

   Owen tried not to look down but he couldn't help it.  She had crossed
her legs and her whole left side was showing through that slit in her
skirt. He could see her tanned legs and a white stretch of material arcing
over her leg leading to some kind of design on the back.  He wanted to see
the rest.  Looking up he saw her watching him.

   "Like what you see?" She asked softly.

   Owen nodded, swallowed, and spoke lowly.  "You don't have to do anything
you don't want to."

   Samantha met his stare.  "I'm signing it."

   His heart raced within him.

   "I'm signing it, because I want to." Samantha continued huskily.

   Owen swallowed.

   "In fact," Samantha said rising to her feet, "I'm going first."

   She moved gracefully thanks to freeing herself from her high heels and
spoke over Jessica.  "Okay.  We get it.  Now, let's see what we have." She
took the paper from Katerina.

   She licked her lips and flicked her eyes up to look at Owen.  She spoke
loudly and carefully, "I, Samantha Jones, being of sound and sober mind, do
say to Owen in front of my closest friends," her eyes skimmed the letter
and her cheeks turned red but she continued, "that I give my consent to
these games here and now.  Through this letter I know that this means I
could, by the rules of play or my own decision, be forced to: be tied up,
tied down, dressed up, undressed, kissed, touched, licked, or" her eyes
locked on Owen's, "be penetrated in any of my orifices.  I understand that
I may have to kiss, lick, touch, penetrate, dress up, undress, tie up, or
tie down, any part of any man or woman in this room.  I recognize that
there may be spankings, forced orgasms, and any number of body fluids may
get on or in me." She licked her lips as her mind filled with images.  "I
understand that I may have one or more of these things done to me, or have
to do to another more than one of these, at a time.  I consent to animal,
vegetable, or mineral being used on or in me and agree to adhere to these
rules even knowing I may have to fuck my brother." Samantha's eyes shot to
Katerina.

   "What?" Katerina asked, annoyed.  "We all have to follow the rules."

   "Kat," Owen started, "you can't be serious!"

   Katerina looked crestfallen at first.  She waved her hand and said,
"We're playing by the rules.  Besides, who knows what the odds of that
happening would be?"

   Samantha leaned down and signed her name.  "I just want to add,"
Samantha said excitedly, "that I am very eager for any of this."

   That got the loudest whoops of all.

   One by one they read through the paper and signed their names.  Owen was
hesitant but a little light jeering from a crowd of beautiful women could
do wonders for a man's hesitation.  Once Owen finished writing his name
Jessica jumped to her feet.

   "Okay girls!  The first game is called Owen Fucks Katerina!!"

   Owen's face drained of color and Katerina leapt up and pushed Jessica
down.

   Jessica laughed loudly and managed to choke out, over Katerina attacking
her, that she couldn't help herself, she wanted to see Owen's reaction.

   That brought a smile to his lips until he saw that Katerina didn't look
so relieved.

   Sarah stood up.  "The first game is actually simple.  It's a drinking
game and one you should be familiar with; beer pong." The gathered
participants listened closely.  "Now, we aren't going to actually play beer
pong but instead are going to toss the ball and try to get it in a cup. 
Then you drink." Everyone nodded understanding.  "Everyone will play one
game and as a special bonus we will have a loser's picture taken at the
end." She smiled.  "Where the losers will pose with the crotch of the
panties, or whatever you're wearing," she spoke to Owen, "of the person who
beat them in their mouths."

   Rachel stood up next to Sarah.  "Everyone gets one Pass for the entire
night." She looked around and her eyes landed on Samantha.  "That means if
your name is on the paper you can only get out of one thing tonight.  After
that, you're all in."

   Samantha looked at Owen.  I'm already all in, she thought.

   As the others were preparing the game area, luckily Owen had plenty of
beer for the cups, Jessica disappeared.  When she returned she was carrying
a baseball cap with torn scraps of paper inside.

   "A new wrinkle." She said.  "We are each going to have challenges to
fulfill tonight." She smiled as the others shared worried looks.  "And I
think our only male should have to choose first." The others ushered Owen
forward.  As he reached for the cap Jessica pulled it out of his grasp. 
"One last thing."

   Owen tilted his head.

   "You can only Pass if someone else wants to Pass on their challenge and
in that event you switch.  And no one looks at theirs until we all have
drawn."

   Owen reached into the cap but felt the fingers of the hand Jessica was
holding the hat with tap him.  Looking at her she subtly raised her
eyebrows.  Owen looked down and saw that she held a scrap of paper between
her fingers.  Owen took what she offered.

   One by one they approached the cap and pulled scraps.  Jessica took the
last.

   "Alright, let's open 'em." Katerina said happily.  The soft whisper of
paper against paper filled the room.  "Mine says Fetish Finisher."

   Jessica smiled.  "That means you have to help someone fulfill a fetish
they have."

   Sarah read hers.  "Mine says First Time for Everything."

   "That means you have to do something you have never done before with
someone AND have something done to you that you've never done before."
Jessica informed her.

   Rachel was next.  "Put on a show."

   "That one is one of my favorites.  You have to get yourself off while
everyone watches you."

   Rachel's cheeks turned pink.

   Jessica opened hers.  "Oooh.  I was hoping I'd get this.  Hole in One."

   They all looked at her.

   "I have to have all my holes filled at the same time.  I've never done
it before but I like the sound of it."

   "You would." Katerina commented.

   Jessica replied by shaking her ass at Katerina.

   Samantha looked at Owen.  "Mine says Taste."

   "Owen will like that," Jessica replied, "it means you have to taste
everything there is to taste among us." Her eyes flashed.  "I think I'm
going to like that, too."

   Samantha's body rolled and a shiver seemed to pass through her.  Sure
she felt a little uneasy about tasting everything, but at the same time she
was excited because she knew that Owen would be watching her.  Speaking of
Owen. . .

   "Oh, come on!" Sarah spoke loudly.  "She is so going to Pass on that."

   "Is anyone else going to Pass?" Katerina asked.  When no one responded
she said, "Well, looks like she can't."

   "She isn't going to do it." Sarah stated plainly.  "She may have a new
outfit, but we know her."

   Samantha rose to her feet quickly, her lips a thin line.

   Sarah looked back at her.  "I'm not trying to offend you, but come on."

   Samantha stomped over to the girl.  They looked at each other a moment
before Samantha reached out and pulled Sarah to her.  She pressed her lips
to the strawberry blonde's and as Sarah breathed deeply through her nose in
surprise Samantha pressed her hand between Sarah's legs.

   Everyone watched in stunned silence as two tongues danced together while
Samantha's hand moved beneath Sarah's skirt.

   Owen didn't blink until the two separated.

   "Would I do that?" Samantha asked.

   Sarah just blinked.

   When Owen exhaled heavily, all eyes turned to face him so he turned his
attention to his paper.  "It says Handy Man/Virgin Slayer."

   Jessica's smile would have shamed the Cheshire Cat.  "That means if
someone has to do something, whether it's taking off clothes, putting
something on, or anything else, you have to help in any way you can."

   "And virgin slayer?" Samantha asked.

   "That means he has to find the virgins in the room," Jessica licked her
lips, "and make sure they aren't virgins anymore." Jessica held up her
hand. "And that means any virgin, like, for instance, I'm an anal virgin."
She licked her lips.  "And I can't wait."

   Owen's erection strained against his jeans and he could feel his balls
pulsing with anticipation.  His heart pounded in his chest and he felt like
he was going to black out.  He had to be dreaming.  Had to be.  Looking
around he found that they were all staring at him with the same look of
hunger in their eyes.  Even Katerina's eyes were on him.  As he looked at
her her knees shifted ever so slightly, spreading a little farther apart.
But he had to be imagining that, didn't he.  There was no way she wanted to
do any of this with him.

   Katerina shook her head as if chasing thoughts away.  "Well, we know
what game is up and what the penalty is for losing.  To make sure that
there is extra motivation though, we want those panties, and boxers, to
have a little flavor to them." She nodded at Rachel who moved to the
stereo. "So, let's all take twenty seconds each to show our fabulous host
how grateful we are."

   Rachel plugged her phone into the audio jack and searched through her
music.  "I have just the song." Flo Rida's My House cranked through the
sound system and immediately the girls began to twist their hips to the
beat.  Owen smiled at the lyrics of the song, "welcome to my house,"
indeed.

   Forming a line the girls moved one by one over to where he sat, too
stunned to move.  Samantha approached him first, swinging her hips to the
song, gathering her already short black skirt up in her hands before
letting it fall back down.  Standing in front of him she turned around and
bent over so her ass was front and center.  Her skirt rode up and Owen was
able to see the ruffled back of her panties.  White silk falling in waves
of sexy decoration.  She turned back around to face him and as she worked
her body to the beat she raised the front of her skirt until the front of
her underwear appeared.

   Owen swallowed and couldn't tear his eyes away.  The front had a strap
running across her waist and two strip with cris-crossed at the apex of her
thighs.  Her sexy mound was on full display, short blonde hair evenly
trimmed flowing down to the smallest glimpse of the start of her slit.

   Samantha looked watched Owen staring at her.  She felt the heat of his
gaze and it made her want to scream his name, to beg him to take her. 
Katerina had wanted to make sure their underwear had some "flavor" mission
accomplished.  She could feel the material hugging to her and nothing she
had worn had ever been so wet.

   "Next." Rachel called out.

   Sarah followed Samantha and she was not going to be outdone.  She ran
her hands up and down her body, splitting her thighs to let her hands drag
toward her sex.  The skirt she wore swept the top of her knees and she
raised the grey material until her aqua panties came into view.  Looking
into his eyes she dropped her hand and slowly ran her finger between her
lips, a dark spot showing on the thin material.

   "Next." Rachel called again.

   Jessica stepped forward and as she moved her body she drew Owen's hands
to her sides.  Tossing her head back she moved his hands under her sweater
and shirt so he could feel her toned stomach working to the beat.  Pulling
higher his hands slid over the lacework of her bra and she knew he could
feel her nipples harden at his touch.  She leaned down and breathed huskily
into his ear.  "I'm soo wet."

   Owen's body reacted to her words, his hips bucked where he sat and his
cock ached painfully.

   "My turn." Rachel announced.  She moved over to Owen and captured his
mouth with a powerful kiss.  As she held his face she ground her body
against his, pushing him further back on the couch.  Standing up she turned
away from him and began working her hands at her waist.

   Owen hissed through his teeth on an inhale as she worked her cutoff
shorts down her her legs.  The black thong little more than a strand
between her cheek, the fabric so small her star peeked out around the
edges. Owen saw himself reaching out to touch her but before he made
contact he pulled himself back.

   Rachel pouted over her shoulder at him before pulling the shorts back
into place.

   "I guess, that leaves me." Katerina said hesitantly.  She looked up and
Owen and only brightened when he smiled and nodded at her.  As she danced
in front of him an idea formed in her head.  Her stomach flipped within her
at the idea but she couldn't shake the image.  Pulling her dress up high
enough she rubbed one delicate foot against his erection before climbing on
his lap.  As she sat down she could feel the hard length of him pulsing
against her panty clad slit and her body begged for more.  She moved her
hips slowly, indulging in the feel of that hardness pulling and pressing
against her.  Putting her lips beside his ear she spoke slowly.  "We all
showered together.  Rachel licked Sarah until she came.  Then I
finger-fucked Rachel until she collapsed." His hips bucked against her and
that contact almost made her cum for him.  It was a charged moment as his
hands squeezed against her hips.  "Naughty boy, your cock is just begging
to get into my . . .  virgin pussy." He bucked again as she pulled away. 
Her time was up after all.

   "Well," Owen breathed heavily, "I think we're all ready."

   "Maybe." Samantha said.  "How do we know that had any effect on
Katerina?" Samantha looked at Owen's sister.  "Maybe she didn't get wet at
all."

   Katerina turned to face her.  "You're welcome to check."

   Samantha smiled slowly before sashaying slowly toward Katerina.  Pulling
the brunette close to her the blonde slid drew Katerina's dress up her
legs. Katerina's chest rose and fell more quickly but she did not back
away. Those grey eyes had gone to work on her.  Katerina shuddered as her
panties were uncovered, but Samantha stood so close no one could see the
material.

   Samantha put her hand on Katerina's neck and slowly trailed her fingers
down across Katerina's breasts, then her taut stomach, finally she twisted
her wrist and slid her fingers beneath the other girl's panties.

   Katerina closed her eyes and leaned her head forward.

   Both girls seemed to shudder for a moment and then Samantha was stepping
away, Katerina's dress falling toward her feet.

   "Well," Rachel asked after a strained moment of silence.

   Samantha looked at Owen.  "She's not wet."

   Katerina's mouth dropped open to complain but Samantha continued.

   "She's soaking through." To punctuate her point she lifted her hand to
her face and slid one finger into her mouth.  "And for those of you
counting.  That's two things I've now tasted."

   Since they lacked a ping pong table or a long dinner table, four Solo
cups a third of the way filled with beer, and one shot glass of liquor
raided from Owen's Jaeger, sat at the feet of each of the competitors.  The
original plan had been to go in pairs and have three rounds but Katerina
complained that the game would be over much faster if they all went at
once. Then the winners could play against each other and the overall
champion would get a reward.

   The others agreed with her and now they stood spread across the living
room space, cups at their feet, and a single Ping Pong ball in their hand.

   Rachel stood facing Samantha, her opponent for this round.  Katerina
stood facing Jessica.  Sarah facing Owen.

   "Alright," Katerina called out, "everyone heard the rules.  We each take
turns tossing at the other person's cups.  If the ball goes in, you drink.
It has to land on top of the shot glass in order for that person to drink.
If you knock over the shot glass, you drink." Katerina looked around. 
"First one to have all their drinks gone loses."

   Everyone nodded.

   "Go!" Katerina shouted.

   Squeals and ripples of laughter filled the room as each person tried to
get their ball into the target.  Naturally the balls were everywhere and
the participants scrambled to get back in the game.

   Samantha was the first to land a ball and she laughed merrily as Rachel
drank.  Rachel returned the favor after two more misses.  Katerina dropped
her ball nicely into Jessica's cup.  After drinking Jessica tossed her ball
in retaliation but cringed as it bounced off the lip of one of the red
plastic cups and knocked over Katerina's shot glass.

   "Ha!" Katerina danced goofily.  "You have to drink again!"

   Owen watched Jessica drain the shot so he only head the splash of the
ball hitting liquid.  Looking down he found that Sarah had managed to make
the shot.  He laughed and took a drink feeling a sense of ease wash over
him as they gamed together.  He tossed his ball but new when it left his
fingers that it was going to miss its target.

   Samantha cursed.

   Owen looked over and saw Rachel's ball floating merrily on top of the
dark liquid.  She bent and picked up the glass before downing the drink. 
Hearing the sound of liquid splashing Owen looked down and found he had to
drink again.

   When round one concluded, Rachel had beaten Samantha, Katerina had
toasted Jessica, and Owen had only managed to make Sarah drink three of the
five glasses.

   The next matchup was determined by coin-toss and Katerina and Rachel
stood before new containers.

   Rachel raised her ball and tossed it underhanded into the air.  Against
all odds the ball came down on a white lip, bounced and splashed into the
new shot of Jaeger.  Katerina took the drink.  The two battled furiously
and it looked like Katerina was going to win.  Rachel, with some luck
brought Katerina down to her level each having one glass at their feet.

   Katerina tossed her ball and held her breath, watching as it arced
gracefully.  As it fell no one made a sound.  It clipped the inside lip of
the cup shot to the opposite side and bounced out to roll on the floor. 
Rachel made a show of aiming before releasing the hollow plastic sphere. 
Katerina grimaced as the ball went straight in.

   Jessica stepped forward.  "How does that work?" She looked around. 
"Rachel beat Samantha and Katerina.  They both can't have the panties in
their mouth at the same time."

   It must have been the alcohol.  Owen spoke up.  "One can have them in
her mouth and the other can bite on the side like they're fighting over it.
Then they can switch." As he looked up to a room of stunned expressions he
realized the suggestion he'd made.  "I mean-"

   "I love it." Jessica replied.  "Game on.  Rachel vs.  Sarah."

   The cups were refilled but Rachel and Sarah agreed they only wanted one
Solo and the shot glass.  The crowd gathered 'round and the watched as the
match got underway.

   Owen had sat down after his defeat and his blood rushed in his ears. 
The loser has to pose with the crotch of the panties of the person who beat
them in their mouth.  He looked at Samantha as she leaned forward to toss
her ball.  Her ass was curvy, her breasts swayed gently as she moved, and
he knew from experience that when she looked at you it was hard to think of
anything else but what she might taste like.  He would soon find out.

   A hand grabbed his erection and he stiffened like a man shot.

   "Oops." Samantha laughed.  "That's not my drink." She said something
else that was lost to his blood deafened hearing but it sounded like, what
a shame.  For such a sweet, innocent, wholesome girl, something had
radically changed.

   It happened quickly.  Rachel tried to sink a shot into Sarah's cup but
missed completely hitting the shot glass and spilling it out.  She down her
Jaeger and no sooner had the cup been pulled from her lips than Sarah's
ball dropped into the Solo at her feet.

   Rachel's shoulders sank, but she bent and took the drink like a champ.

   "Alright, Losers!" Sarah laughed.  "Time for the picture." She paused.
"Oh, and what does the champion get."

   Katerina spoke up.  "We talked about it (no they hadn't but no one was
going to argue) and the champion gets one no holds barred request that
can't be Passed on." Katerina waited for anyone to argue with her.

   No one did.

   Sarah's smile grew wider.  "Okay.  Owen?" She called.

   Owen's stomach leapt into his throat.  "Y-yeah?"

   "Looks like you're up." She said.

   "W-what?" He looked around like a deer caught in headlights.

   "You're the handyman remember?" Sarah licked her lips.  "If something
needs to be done, you have to do it." She looked around the room.  "And we
have some ladies who need their panties removed, and some mouths they need
to be put in." She stepped closer.  "Me first."

   Owen felt himself move but he was shaking all over.  In no time at all
he found himself standing in front of her.

   "I'm not going to have to beg, am I?" Sarah pouted, looking up at him
through her lashes.

   Owen slowly sank to his knees before her, his massive shoulders making
her look smaller than she was already.

   Still, he was bent before her and it made her look and feel powerful.

   Kneeling in front of her, his head hanging down, he studied the curve of
her delicate toes, traced the lines of her small bare feet.  He let his
eyes travel up her legs until the hem of her gray skirt covered his view.
He put his hands on her calves and she tensed under his touch, a slight
groan escaping her lips.  "Are you okay?" He asked through a rough and dry
voice.

   Sarah took a few uneven breaths before she replied.  "God, yes." She
breathed.  "Your hands feel so good on my skin."

   Owen moved his hands slowly, letting his palms drag up her smooth legs.
He let his hand travel beneath her skirt but she stopped him.

   "Lift it." Sarah pleaded.  "I want you to see me."

   Owen looked up into her light blue eyes and could only nod.  Using one
hand he lifted her skirt higher and higher, slowly revealing the soft, warm
flesh of her thighs.  Her scent also registered and he blushed even as his
cock continued to throb.  Panties the color of Bermuda water greeted his
eyes.  He rolled his body as her hand landed on his head.  Her scent was
strong and the heavy dark spot on the material told him why.  He leaned in
closer and breathed in slowly.

   No one was making a sound so he knew they could hear him.  The groan he
released was beyond his control.  Sarah smelled of sweet berries and a
light musk that called to him in a primal way.  Suddenly, he wanted her
panties in his mouth.  Assuming he couldn't have the real thing.

   He meant to reach for the sides of her panties, and to his credit one
hand actually made it there, his other hand wasn't so into following
orders. He watched as his hand moved forward and he hissed through his
teeth as his fingers lightly rubbed the wet spot.

   Sarah didn't try to hide her reaction.  Her legs shook, her fingers
locked in his hair, and a rippling moan broke free from her mouth.

   Hardly a breath could be heard in the room.

   It took every bit of strength Owen had but he managed to get his hand in
line and began to work the material down.  At his first glimpse of her
hairless mound Owen pressed his forehead against Sarah's lower stomach. 
She stroked his hair as he shuddered against her, continuing to pull the
material lower.  Her sex was lightly tan, no stubble in sight, and the
small lips were lightly red and shiny with her juices.  Such delicate lips
that seemed to beg to be teased, tasted, and spread.

   His erection pulsed and his balls tingled as if he may cum just from
undressing her.  The more he pulled at the sea colored cloth the stronger
her scent became.  He breathed as deeply as he could, craving her in his
nose, on his tongue, beneath his body.  An all too familiar feeling swept
through him as her panties reluctantly pulled away from her soaking wet
lips; a thin line of her arousal connecting her to the material as it
pulled away, and he froze.

   "Don't." He choked.  "Move." His voice quavered as he held himself in a
precarious check.  "Fuck." He breathed slowly.

   The material all but fell the rest of its journey but as Sarah stepped
free of the material she brought her foot up to Owen's face.  She didn't
say anything.  Neither did anyone else.

   Owen reverently grasped her foot and placed a soft, chaste kiss on the
top before moving away with Sarah's panties.

   A series of deep exhales filled the room as Sarah all but collapsed on
the nearest surface.  The exhales were followed quickly by a simultaneous
chorus of, "Me, next!"

   "Hey!" Sarah chastised.  "Only those who beat someone get it."

   Owen took a steadying breath.  How much more of this could he take
before he could no longer hold himself back?  He took another breath and
knew someone stood before him.  He could feel the heat of their body,
almost hear the rush of their blood, taste the salt on her skin.  With his
eyes still closed he reached out and slowly swept his hand in front of him
until his fingers connected with warm flesh.  He pulled her closer and
opened his eyes.

   Lightly scuffed white sneakers and no-show socks told him all he needed
to know.  Owen knew these women.  He'd spent his life around them, talking
to them, running from them, crushing on them.  He eyes moved up higher. 
Blue eyes stared down at him but her eyes traced him with such delicate
movements he felt caressed by her gaze.  He exhaled and his breath teased
the skin of her thighs.  Little pin-pricks of gooseflesh popping up as his
hand stroked the leg he had grabbed.

   He didn't rush because he didn't want to.  The time he spent with each
of these women was special and each of them deserved his full-attention. 
He leaned forward and tilted his head to place a kiss on the inside of her
thigh just above his fingertips.  He tried not to see the dark spot on her
jeans, tried not to think of how wet she had to be for it to be where it
was.  Her nails scraped against her jean shorts as he pulled his lips away.

   Rachel scraped her fingers against her jean shorts to keep herself from
moaning.  She had never felt this way before, with anyone.

   In her life she had been masturbating for as long as she could remember,
had been licked by Katerina until her clit was sore and buzzing, had been
fingered, fucked with a dildo, peed on, and covered in her lover's juices
every time.  She'd been deliriously satisfied with every encounter.

   This was something different.

   His touch seemed to scorch away the world, time, everything, until they
were the only ones left.  This man, kneeling in front of her with his huge
shoulders bent before her, was bringing her higher than she had ever risen.
She didn't fear the rise, she didn't fear that she would suddenly fall. 
She didn't fear either of these things because, in her heart and her mind,
Hell, in her soul, she knew that whatever happened, Owen would make sure
she was okay, safe. . .  happy.

   Her thigh tingled where his lips had been and she knew without looking
that it had impacted him as well.

   When he had begun working on Sarah, Rachel had expected him to be quick
and hungry, nearly tearing her apart as he retrieved his trophy.  When that
hadn't happened she feared that he would lose control of himself on
whomever went next.  But he moved with such reverence, like he was handling
something more precious than words could express.  Come on, though, it was
only her in her beat up sneakers and some unevenly cut-off,
growing-ever-wetter jean shorts.  The way his hand moved against her leg,
not rising to get the job done, not falling away in disgust, made her feel
that she were wearing something far finer than she owned.

   She looked at Owen as he moved in front of her, his body swaying to some
music only he could hear.  Her body shook and she clenched and unclenched
her toes not knowing what to expect.  As Owen leaned in her body burned for
him to touch her, to press his face against her leg, to rub his stubbled
cheek against her, to kiss her tenderly if only once more.  Instead, he
began to tilt his face up, the tip of his nose dragging slowly against the
front of her shorts.

   Though the pressure was so light as to not have been there at all, she
felt as though he were inside her.  This simple movement registered to her
lips, her clit, and every neuron in her body simultaneously.  Then she
heard the soft sound of him breathing her in, saw the rise of his shoulders
as his lungs inflated.  Her cheeks burned as she realized he was smelling
her arousal, breathing her in.  Did he like how she smelled?  What if he
didn't?  Her core burned and pulsed as he continued to breathe her in,
pushing her closer to the edge.  It wasn't him smelling her, but the
primal, satisfied groan he let out that pushed her over.

   Her hands dug into his hair as she pulled him against her in a flight of
passion mere nanoseconds before her orgasm ripped through her.  This time
she couldn't stop the moan or the panting breaths.  She couldn't fight the
well that broke within her to flood past her soaking panties and be
absorbed by the thicker material.

   She shuddered against him but her body wouldn't relent.  She knew he
could still smell her, was still breathing her in, now better than ever due
to his position and her recent release.  He nuzzled against her, gently
trying to bring her back down.  No one had ever shown her this care in her
afterglow.

   Owen continued rubbing against her until she freed her fingers from his
hair.  He looked up at her and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Are you
ok?"

   Rachel nodded with a smile on her face and ran her fingers through his
hair, sweeping the tangle back.  "I can't tell you how ok I am." She bent
and placed a kiss on his forehead.  She looked down at herself.  "There's
still a job to do."

   Owen's hands shook as he placed them on her hips.  "I-, my heart is
pounding, my hands are sweaty, I'm shaking all over -"

   "It's sexy." Rachel replied.

   "I feel wrong undressing you."

   Rachel's brow furrowed.  "How do you mean?"

   Owen bowed his head and put his palms on the floor.  "Like I'm spoiling
something priceless."

   Rachel recoiled.  Never.  Never before had anyone ever called her
priceless.  She almost argued with him on the matter but he looked up at
her and she could see the belief in his eyes.  To him she was priceless. 
She was special.  She was important.

   Rachel swallowed back the emotion coursing through her otherwise the
tears building in her eyes would spill over.

   "Owen?" Rachel knelt down beside him.  "Look at me."

   Deep, dark brown eyes locked on hers.

   "I want you to," her voice broke, "I, like Sarah, like everyone here,
want you to see me." She put her hands on his.  "Please?"

   Her body was alive as he rose back up.  He looked up at her before he
pushed her purple cami up passed her belly button.  As his fingers gripped
the waist of her shorts near the single button which held them, he leaned
forward and kissed her stomach, nipping the bottom of her navel before
dipping his tongue into the depression.

   She felt her knees buckle but Owen held her up.  He worked his mouth on
the skin of her stomach licking and nipping as his fingers worked the
button lose and dropped her zipper.  His palms were hot as he worked her
jeans down her legs where they bunched against her shoes.

   "I guess you'll have to take those off." Katerina whispered.

   Rachel looked toward the sound and found Katerina, among others, working
her thighs in short, jerking motions.

   Owen didn't take his focus off Rachel and Rachel brought her attention
back to him.  He could have grasped her shoe and wrenched it from her foot.
Instead, he pulled the laces until they slipped from their knot.  Then he
put one hand under her knee and held her leg as her foot left the floor. 
Her shoe slipped free and he rolled her sock down and off her foot.

   Rachel flexed her toes as the cool air kissed her skin.

   The next shoe and sock were removed in the same way.  Owen slipped
Rachel's shorts from her legs and looked back up to his goal.

   "Oh, fuck." Jessica breathed.

   "So, wet." Owen added softly.  "So beautifully drenched."

   Rachel felt Owen put his nose against the fabric and heard him breathing
her in again.  Her body began to shake as he groaned, his hot breath
kissing the fabric and her hypersensitive skin.  As the fabric began to
peel away beneath his burning palms she felt him planting soft kisses on
the skin he revealed.  She could feel the intermittent stubble of a day old
shave job catching on his lips and though it embarrassed her, he continued
to plant kisses as he moved lower.

   Her breath caught in her throat and came in short bursts as her body
revved up for another release; threatening to break loose and claim her at
the slightest provocation.  She shivered like a leaf on branch in a heavy
wind.  The fabric released its claim on her flesh and he planted a final
kiss, his bottom lip barely catching the top of her slit.  She arched her
back and prepared herself for an earth-shattering moment but she was left
on the precipice as her panties fell to her feet.  She stepped free of them
and sat down next to Sarah.

   "It's something else, isn't it?" Sarah asked in a hushed voice.

   "F-f-f-fuck." Rachel twitched.  "It's like I can still feel him touching
me, looking at me."

   "It doesn't seem to go away." Sarah replied.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, I've been over here moments from cumming ever since he put his
hands on me."

   "Oh, shit." Rachel twisted her legs.  "I don't know if I can take it
that long."

   "I think we're the lucky ones."

   "Huh?"

   "Look at the others.  Katerina is barely holding herself up and she
knows he's going to treat her well.  Samantha, Jessica . . .  they're
locked in their skin, begging for him to touch them.  But it isn't their
turn, yet." Sarah squeezed her thighs together.  "God!  I didn't think I
could get more turned on but it just keeps dragging me higher."

   Owen's breath came in ragged draws.  His cock strained against his
pants, his balls aching from the prolonged arousal, and his boxers were
sticking to his erection thanks to the pre-cum he'd been steadily leaking
since he'd fallen to his knees in front of Sarah.  God, her scent had been
a sustenance for him, a driving force that had rocked him to his
foundation. Then he'd had to undress Rachel and her scent had only upped
the ante.  Her panties had been soaked through and through.  The black
thong shining with her fluid.  If the visual hadn't been enough that musky
heat and the scent of the bar soap in the shower had left him reeling,
salivating, his cock jumping with each breath.

   He'd bit his tongue to keep from cumming when her orgasm had coursed
through her and in the aftermath of the struggle he felt drained, and
crumbling.  And, oh fuck, God help him . . .  but he wanted to crumble
more.

   He tried to reel in his breathing but it was much like trying to stop a
speeding train . . .  with a lasso . . .  made of cheap dental floss.

   "P-" Heavy breathing and non-convincing laughter, "poor boy, I think he
needs to let off some steam."

   He arched his back, lightning-struck as the voice cleared his mind.  He
clenched his eyes as his balls contracted.  He knew if he opened his eyes
familiar bare feet would be in his line of sight.  A single slightly
chipped nail and flawless pink nail polish perfectly contained.  In all the
time he'd spent on his knees on the floor of his living room, he'd
forgotten who all had beaten their opponent.  Cracking one lid he saw what
he expected and couldn't stop himself from smiling.

   He looked up and found his beautiful, sometimes infuriating,
all-too-lovable sister looking like a small breeze would knock her over. 
His muscles tensed, his abs rolling as every primal, testosterone fueled
particle of his body screamed at him to take her.

   Katerina swallowed, hard.  It was like she recognized the look in his
eyes and couldn't run away.  Or, didn't want to run away.

   As he looked at Katerina he no longer cared if he couldn't control what
was going on in his pants.  Fuck it, he thought.  It didn't matter if his
erection kicked, split the jeans wide, just in time for his cum to spray on
the floor.  He was where he wanted to be, if she was.

   "Katerina," Her name tasted sweet on his lips and he wanted to say it
again, "I-" I want to see you, I want to taste you, I want to feel your
legs around my waist, "I'm only going to do this if you want me to."

   Katerina looked at her brother.  He was the one man, aside from her
father, who had never let her down.  He always made time for her, put up
with her bullshit, massaged her feet, or her back, and made her feel like
she was important.  He made her feel safe.  She'd struggled with her desire
for years, years spent feeling guilty for masturbating while thinking of
him licking her, pressing his way into her slit.  She'd imagined what it
might feel like for the head of him to spread her open and slid in.  She'd
never shared with anyone that she had also imagined him spraying inside
her, filling her up, claiming her, breeding her.

   "Do you want to?" Katerina asked, hating that she hadn't said something,
anything, else.

   Owen looked around the room.  He looked at the beautiful women watching
him on his knees in front of his sister.  They had reached a critical point
where he could make the right choice and keep the night going or make the
wrong choice and bring it to a screeching halt.

   Feeling his stomach rise into his throat, he reached for her, pulling
her in by the fabric of her dress.  He put his head against her side and
croaked the only honest answer he could give.  "Yes."

   Katerina's breath caught in her chest.  She licked her lips and felt her
body go very still.  She looked at her brother and returned his honesty. 
"Then, yes, I want you to. . .  see me."

   Owen began to move, slowly raising her dress.

   "No." Katerina said.

   Owen's hands snapped away in the blink of an eye.

   "No, I want you to, I just don't want it like that." Katerina tried to
explain.  Reaching down she waited until he put his hand in hers.  She
pulled and he rose to his feet.  "I want you up here to start." She ran her
fingers through the fabric on her frame.  "Dresses aren't meant for
lifting. Dresses fall." She turned her head exposing the side of her neck
to him and bringing the knot behind her back into view.  A simple knot, a
pretty bow like one would use when tying their shoes.

   Owen took the invitation and moved in closer to her.  He felt the cups
of her bra as his chest grazed hers, felt a rush of heat as their bodies
grew closer.  He put one hand behind her and let his fingers caress the
knot before moving his hand to the back of her neck.

   Katerina locked her eyes on Owen's and in that moment she willed herself
to him.  He leaned his head to the side and kissed her shoulder, her
collarbone, and finally let his tongue slide up her delicate neck.  The
nails of her fingers bit into his sides as she struggled to keep her feet
beneath her.

   Owen pulled his lips from her neck, the taste of the salt of her skin
thick in his mouth.  He looked into chocolate brown eyes not very different
from his own as his fingers pulled the knot of her dress loose.

   Katerina had told the truth.  Dresses did fall.  From a wave of rippling
fabric light skin emerged, tiny freckles dotting the landscape of paradise.
Owen let her see him looking at her body.  Let her revel in his eyes
adoring her flesh, tracing the curves of her skin and the edges her
underwear created.  Black lace, dark as sin, covered her breasts and her
vulva from his view.

   He put his lips on her neck again and she curled against him arching her
back as his tongue sent sensations all through her body.  Hell, even her
toes clenched against the floor.

   A moan sounded from on the couch and Katerina couldn't agree with that
sentiment more.  Her fingers flexed spasmodically against Owen but he
didn't seem to notice.  He began kissing his way down, his tongue
occasionally stealing a sweeping taste of her body.  He nipped her belly
button and though it felt good, her knees turned to jelly when he sucked
lightly on her hip.  She felt a flood of her arousal flow from her and her
cheeks turned pink as the liquid moved over her thigh, the lace material
doing next to nothing to stop the flow.

   Owen's fingers clenched on her lower back, the tips of them grazing her
ass as he held his face against panty-clad mound.  He moved his head to her
knee and began planting kisses as he moved slowly up.

   Katerina's blush deepened when he stopped at her mid-thigh.  She knew
what he had found and though she begged her body not to, another stream
flowed through her panties.  It felt like she had peed herself but she knew
that she hadn't.  No, this was her, her cum, her juices flowing freely for
him.

   She looked down at him in time to see his tongue slide from his mouth.

   "Oh," Her toes clenched again and her muscles shook uncontrollably, "oh,
don-" Too late.

   He growled in his throat as his tongue swept over the wetness already on
her leg.

   He's tasting me, my brother is licking my cum from my skin, she thought.
A new stream flowed from her and she felt drops fall to her foot.

   That musky scent was heavy and he salivated.  Owen growled again as the
thick slightly citrus taste of her cum blossomed and swept his tongue
higher, moving slow, savoring her, savoring the journey.  Up he went,
licking, swirling, nipping, and sucking util he could go no higher.  He
flicked his tongue in the space between her barely concealed lips and her
thigh.  A little bundle of nerves where her thigh reached it's limit.  His
hands gripped her ass as his tongue slid back and forth.

   No one can see, no one will know, Owen thought.

   Katerina clapped one hand over her mouth, and her other hand over that
hand.  Her breath locked in her chest, and her eyes slammed shut as Owen's
tongue slid beneath her panties to taste her lips, to drink her nectar from
the source.

   Sharp inhales filled the room as the onlookers speculated about what had
happened to give her this reaction.

   Owen choked back a moan as she flowed into his mouth, the liquid thick
and sweet as it poured from her into his mouth.  Pre-cum oozed from his
cock and the hot length threatened to blow all over him given the smallest
contact with anything.

   Her orgasm shot through her just before her knees gave out and she fell.

   Owen swept her into his arms and lowered her to the floor, miraculously
he hadn't orgasmed.  He worked her panties from her hips and off her feet.
Her pussy was also without hair and as her legs lilted to opposite sides
her labia spread open for him.  The delicate hole was pink and red and he
could see her muscles contracting and releasing in succession.  He also
thought he saw something that couldn't possibly be.

   Before he rose to his feet he moved up her body and kissed her lips, not
bothering to hold back his passion, his need.  When he pulled away they
were both breathless and flushed, but he was smiling and so was she.

   Climbing to unsteady feet he held up the three pairs of panties from the
champions.  He moved over to the couch getting ahead of the curve.  He'd
been about to ask what was next when he realized they would insist he be
the one to put the panties in their mouths.

   In front of Jessica he held up Katerina's black lace; a small bead of
her cum showing on the fabric.  Jessica sat forward, her eyes locking on
his.  Owen leaned down and put his mouth by her ear.  "If I get the
chance," he whispered hotly, "I'm going to do the same to you." He turned
the panties inside out and placed the crotch on Jessica's waiting tongue.
She looked up at him, his sister's panties in her mouth, and there was a
screaming, pleading in her eyes that told him she would be ready and
willing.

   Samantha opened her mouth for him and pulled at one breast.  Owen rubbed
his hand against the other and she moaned lightly.  Into her ear he said,
"I want to taste you.  All of you." She pulled at her breast once more as
he turned Rachel's thong inside out and placed the soaked center against
Samantha's tongue, letting his finger linger in her mouth for a moment.

   Owen lifted Katerina and put her beside Samantha on the couch.  "You
taste so good." He moaned to her.  "You have to share with Samantha."

   Katerina locked her teeth on the waist of the panties poking from
Samantha's mouth.  She then spread her legs wide and made sure her pussy
was spread wide for him.  Owen moved to touch her, but Samantha dropped her
hand and let her fingers trace the lines of Katerina's velvety lips.

   Katerina shuddered and wrapped her arms around Samantha.

   "Rachel," Owen spoke lowly, "you and I have to share." He helped her to
her feet.  When he held her in his arms he said, "Your scent alone almost
made me cum." She vibrated against him.  "You like being smelled, don't
you?"

   She nodded slowly.

   Owen smiled at her.  "I want you to go first." Turning the inside out he
found a white spot of Sarah's cum and placed it on Rachel's tongue.  Rachel
groaned and moved her tongue against the material.  "I wanted to see you
tasting another girl." Rachel moved her tongue some more.

   Sarah pulled up her phone and loaded the camera app.  "Owen, you have to
bite the sides like Katerina is doing."

   Owen pulled the material between his teeth and made a point to let
Rachel hear him breathing.  Her legs shifted continuously and he let his
hand fall to her lap.  Her legs opened for him and he pressed his hand
against the source of her heat.  She placed her hand over his and worked
herself against his palm, growing more frantic by the second.

   The sound of the camera click had them switching the material.  Owen
could taste Rachel's mouth and Sarah's flavor on the thin panties.

   Katerina swept her tongue into Samantha's mouth before taking Rachel's
black thong onto her tongue.

   Another click.

   Owen pulled his hand away and Rachel let out a frustrated sound.

   Jessica stood up and pulled the panties from her mouth.  "Wow!" Her
chest heaved.  "Where the fuck do we go from there?"



   to be continued....


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