Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Game Night Pt.  03


Summary: The third game and someone deflowered.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "Put me DOWN!" Sarah screamed, her voice shrill even in light of the
chaos going on around them.

   Owen had her arms pinned to her sides, his arm wrapped over hers.  She
flailed and kicked and continued to scream as the others laughed.

   "Owen Miles!" Sarah yelled again.

   Owen looked at Sarah, her reddish blonde hair - braided in pigtails -
burning in the noonday sun.  Freckles dotted her face, but they always did
in the summertime.  And they were everywhere.  Well, everywhere he could
see.  Little spots were cast like stars over her legs, her arms, her chest
above her bathing suit.  But, his favorite were the ones that dotted across
her nose and beneath her eyes.

   He wanted to kiss them all.  One by one.  Or maybe a long swipe of his
tongue.

   It was the summer of their Junior year, mere months from their final
year of High School.

   Sarah flopped against him trying to break free of his hold as he neared
the edge of the pool.  "Owen put me down!" She kicked her feet.

   Owen wanted to hold on longer.  God, how he loved the feeling of her
skin against his.  Her midriff pressed against his stomach.  It made him
think very hungry thoughts.

   "Down?" He whispered darkly.

   Sarah's eyes shot open.  "No.  I didn't mea-" Her scream pierced the air
as Owen tossed her into the pool.  She burst through the surface her face a
twist of anger barely contained in her tiny frame.

   "OWENNNN!!!" She screamed until her face was beet red.  "I did not want
to get wet!"

   "Sorry," Owen winked, "I have that effect."

   She screamed unintelligibly at him and slammed her hands into the water
over and over.

   "Owen?" Katerina called to him from the lounge chair where she'd been
tanning.  She smiled as she walked toward him.  "Owen?" She leaned in to
kiss him but turned her head at the last second, stopping with her mouth by
his cheek.  "Owen?"

   Owen Miles opened his eyes though he didn't remember going to sleep.

   "Are you okay?" Katerina hovered over him but there was no smile on her
face.

   Owen rubbed his head.  "I had the wildest dream." He put his hand down
by his sides and found that he was naked.  "Wha-" Looking around he saw
that everyone was naked.  Well, almost.  Samantha had on sheer stockings
which covered her from toe to mid-thigh.

   Samantha smiled at him.  "Hey there handsome."

   In a flash it all came back.  The games they had played, the things they
had done.  "Jessica?" He asked.

   "Shhhh-" Rachel had Jessica's head in her lap.  "She took a surprise nap
just moments after you fell." Rachel licked her lips.  "Damn, stud, that
ring must be magic."

   Owen blushed even as he swelled with pride.  "It put me out, too." He
said modestly.

   "We like to think of that as a team effort." Samantha kissed his cheek.
"Sounds better that way."

   "Probably truer." Owen admitted.

   Jessica groaned in Rachel's lap her eyes fluttering before opening. 
"Wha-"

   "Shhh." Rachel smoothed Jessica's brow with her hand.  "What happened?"

   Jessica nodded lightly.

   "Well, Owen took you from behind and apparently did such a good job that
you blacked out." Rachel smiled.  "Are you okay?"

   Again, Jessica nodded.

   "Good." Rachel's smile turned mischievous.  "Then I can do this!" She
put her hand between Jessica's legs and dipped her fingers into the girl's
still dripping slit.  She lifted her hand, Owen's cum standing out boldly
on her finger, and slipped it between her lips.  "Mmmmm." She purred.

   Jessica spasmed as an aftershock went through her.  "God!  I can feel it
moving in me, dripping from me." She worked her thighs together.  "How much
did he cum in me?"

   "We don't know for sure." Katerina replied.

   "But we're thinking infinite." Samantha giggled.

   "Yep, definitely all of it." Sarah added.

   Jessica's cheeks burned.  "I can't believe I blacked out."

   "Don't feel too bad." Sarah consoled her.

   "Yeah," Katerina cuddled close to the girl, her breasts pressed against
Jessica's side, "He-Man over there blacked out, too."

   "You did?" Jessica's eyes grew wide.

   Owen nodded as heat colored his cheeks.

   "Well, at least I had company then." Jessica smiled.  She shook off her
concerned friends and stretched her body until her back popped.  Ruffling
her hair with her hands she began to look more awake, more returned.  She
looked around the room with purpose.  "What's the next game?"

   Owen laughed first.





   "Okay." Katerina got everyone's attention.  "Now, that Jessica is no
longer leaking Owen's cum down her leg, we can begin the next game."

   "You mean after you sucked it out." Jessica replied easily.

   They had returned from a group trip to the bathroom which Owen had not
been invited to and resumed their seats in the circle.

   Katerina smiled but didn't respond to Jessica's comment.  "This next
game was suggested by Rachel and apparently I'm the guest star." Katerina
did a stage bow.

   "What's the game?" Samantha asked.

   Rachel spoke over Katerina's antics.  "I call it, Pet the Kitty." Rachel
giggled.  "It won't do anything to help reduce the tension in the room but
I think, at this point, that there is only one way to reduce that." She
eyed Owen.  "But, we will have to wait our turn."

   "What are the rules?"

   "Think of it like a tournament." Rachel informed.  "Each round two
people will pair off and the first one to make the other one cum, wins. 
You will go in turns; sixty seconds a piece.  If neither of you cum in that
time there is a final round where you will sixty-nine until someone cums.
You can only use your mouth, tongue, and hands - no penetration - until the
championship round." Rachel jumped up and down.  "Oh, and if your name has
the sound 'cat' in it, you have to wear something special."

   Katerina scowled.  "You did that on purpose."

   "Uh-huh." Rachel nodded enthusiastically.  "Because I wanted to."

   "What happens to the losers this time?" Jessica asked.

   Rachel tapped her chin thoughtfully before jumping up and down.  "The
losers have to get their picture taken being petted by the winner while
wearing Kat's special outfit."

   "I'm intrigued." Sarah said happily.  "Now, you said we could only use
our mouth, tongue, and hands until the championship round.  What changes in
the championship?"

   "I'm glad you asked." Rachel said excitedly.  "In the championship round
anything goes until somebody blows." She clapped her hands.  "I love when I
can end on a rhyme."

   "So, somebody is going to get pounded." Jessica laughed.  Her eyes shot
wide.  "It's not going to be me, is it?" She looked at Owen.  "I don't
think I could last a second against him and that bar."

   "That good?" Rachel asked greedily.

   Jessica nodded slowly.

   Rachel looked at the half-mast erection between his legs.  The hunger in
her eyes brought new life to the pierced length.  "I think someone is
waking up." She purred.

   "I think he likes you." Samantha cooed, stroking her finger against the
side of his erection.

   "I like him, too." Rachel whispered.  "Maybe we should get to know each
other better." She met Owen's gaze.

   "I think so, too." Owen replied huskily.

   "Too bad we have this game, first." She pouted.  "Oh, well." She reached
out and stroked his chest.  "Save a dance for me?"

   "Always." Owen replied.

   "Hey!" Katerina stomped over.  "You." She pointed at Rachel.  "Let's get
on with it.  Let's see this outfit."

   Rachel smiled.  "You'll like this." She whispered to Owen.  "Matter of
fact, you can help."

   "I'm going to need help!" Katerina exclaimed.

   "You could do it yourself, but you're going to have help." Rachel
replied happily.

   "You're enjoying this too much." Katerina complained.

   "No such thing."

   Owen leaned close to his sister, her brunette hair a fresh breeze of
fruit scented shampoo.  "Don't worry," he whispered, "I'll make it up to
you."

   Katerina shivered against him.  "Promise?"

   "Anything you want." His smile was genuine and warm.

   Katerina continued to follow along as, in her mind, she was cast back to
the time she first heard those words from him.



   Field trip day had come at last and by some miracle Katerina's class was
on a trip with her big brother's class.  Owen was in fifth grade and
Katerina was having a hard go in fourth.  She had lost her front tooth the
summer before school and she was self-conscious.  She didn't smile often
and in class she barely spoke.

   When she climbed on the bus and saw her brother sitting with his
friends, she smiled; toothless gap and all.

   She'd wanted to sit with Owen, made a huge deal of it, but the teachers
remained firm that the classes needed to be separated.  She had pouted and
tears filled her eyes but the teachers remained unmoved.

   The trees outside were turning to the embers of orange, yellow, and red
as Fall staked its claim on the world.  The bus trundled along crumbled
back roads with pot holes like gaping mouths with sharp, chipped, or broken
teeth.  The "civilized" roadways shattered to gravel as the mecca of
downtown changed to the unbroken vista of rural America.  As the
destination neared, stonework vanished altogether leaving the black rubber
tires to the whims of dusty dirt roads no more than glorified footpaths.

   An Indian village Katerina couldn't pronounce in fourth grade and
couldn't remember in her current stage of life.

   They filed from the bus and, keeping the classes separated, made their
way to an oral story presentation of the legends of this particular tribe.
Buffalo snorted in pens on the periphery of the campgrounds and the whole
area smelled of BO and animal crap.  She crinkled her little nose beneath
her wide brown eyes and tried to focus on the story instead of the itchy
grass against her legs.  The khaki shorts she wore proved to provide very
little, as her mother had warned her, in the way of protection from the
elements.

   Cause grass is an element.  Geez, mom.

   While the orator went on and on about the moon, coyote, the buffalo, and
the Great Spirit, Katerina's eyes searched the crowd looking for that
familiar spill of brown hair messy and spiky with gel.  There were too many
people and she began to worry that she would never find him.  A silly
prospect considering they had ridden the bus together but what little kid
has that kind of logic?

   Hands clamped over her eyes and she tensed for a moment before the
familiar scent of him registered.

   "Owen." She guessed and the hands fell away.

   "Shhh." Owen whispered.  "I could see you looking around."

   "Yeah, I guess I got scared."

   "It's ok.  We're in this together."

   He sat by her through the show and he snuck into her class group as they
made their way around the large teepee in the center.  All around shelves
and booths held rows of "authentic" Native American crafts and almost
realistic weapons that could be purchased.

   In a roofed picnic area with a concrete floor a rotund kid with greasy
jet black hair and a Megadeath t-shirt blew through a thin tube and
launched a long bone dart into the buttock of a class mate.  He screamed
and pulled the needle from his body.  Cries of "me next" filled the air and
Katerina wanted to smack her hand against her forehead.

   "Come on, Kat."

   "Meow." She said in her tiny voice, the joke relatively new at this
point.  Her small fingers wove against his and they rejoined her class.

   Suddenly she locked up against him, her knuckles turning white as she
gripped his hand.  Her cheeks burned as Owen smacked at her hand.

   "Ow, Katerina.  You squeezed too hard." He rubbed his hand before
looking up at her with a scowl on his face.  His look faded as the tears
flowed down her cheeks.  "What's wrong?"

   Katerina covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly, her
shoulders moving up and down.  She refused to look at Owen or to speak.

   Confused, Owen looked all around until he heard a dripping sound.  He
looked down and found a circle of darker soil between her dust kissed pink
shoes.

   "Shhhhh." He pulled her close.  "Katerina, it's okay."

   She shook against him as her shame overwhelmed her.

   "It's okay." He stepped free of her and pulled his hoodie off.  He
wrapped it around her waist and tied a knot with the arms.  The red hoodie
dwarfed her in size covering the dark spot of her shorts easily.  "See?" He
pulled her hands from her face.  "No one will know."

   "I'm sorry." Katerina sobbed.

   "No need to be sorry." He gave her a hug.  "It's okay." He tilted her
face up and brushed her tears away.  "When we get home, we'll play a game
and forget all about this."

   "Promise?" She'd asked and her 's' whistled where her tooth was missing.

   "Anything you want."

   On the bus ride home they'd sat together.  The teachers saw him sitting
in her seat but none of them said anything.  Katerina sat close to him and
as he looked out the window she had looked at him.  It was the first time
she realized that her brother would do anything for her.





   "Katerina?" Owen prodded.

   She shook her head.  "What?" Her voice was sleepy.

   "I just asked you what you thought of your outfit?" Rachel replied.

   "What outfit?" Katerina looked around until she noticed that Rachel had
two items in her hands.

   "That?!" She asked.

   Rachel nodded jubilantly.

   "You expect me to wear that?!" Katerina exclaimed loudly.

   "That's the size of it." Owen muttered.

   "And you're on board with this?!" Katerina tapped her toes.  "You're
going to put it on me?"

   "In." Rachel corrected.

   "What?" Katerina asked, distracted.

   "This piece," Rachel held up one hand, "actually goes in you."

   Katerina's mouth dropped open in shock.

   Rachel laughed.

   Owen . . .  well, Owen suddenly felt hungry again.  "Ready, sis?"





   "Ready, sis?" Owen asked his voice warm and strong beyond it's ten
years. He held his hand out for hers as he stood up from the bus seat.

   Katerina looked up at him through her lashes and spill of brunette hair.
She nodded and placed her tiny hand in his.  Her cheeks burned as she stood
hoping that the red fabric covered her accident.  As they walked together
she kept waiting, expecting someone, anyone, to point and laugh.  No one
did.  As they walked up to the house she kept her eyes on he brother and he
turned and smiled at her.

   "See, Kat, I told you it would be okay."

   She nodded again.  "I love you, Owen." She mumbled.  "Thank you for
being my brother."

   "I wouldn't have it any other way."

   The next day Owen wore the hoodie even though Katerina was pretty sure
it hadn't been washed.  She couldn't explain it, but it felt to her like
Owen saying, "I accept all of you."





   Katerina groaned as Owen set to work.  She'd never experienced this
before and the strange mix of pain and pleasure, lust and embarrassment
twisted her, amped her up, left her panting even as she blushed.

   "I think she likes it." Rachel whispered.  "And I've got to say,
watching you work is fucking hot."

   "AH!  OH!" Katerina groaned.  "Fuck!  That feels good."

   "Damn." Rachel hisses.  "Can you do me next?"

   "Why?  You want to black out?" Owen winked at her.

   Rachel chewed her lip and kicked her hip out to the side.  "Anytime. 
Anywhere."

   Katerina wiggled her hips from side-to-side trying to get Owen's
attention.

   "Missing me, sis?" Owen asked hotly.

   "I'm going to make it a point to never miss you again." Katerina
promised.

   "Now, this one." Rachel held out the other piece.

   Owen took the item and, with great care, placed it on Katerina. 
"Alright, Kat, ready to rejoin the group?"

   "Meow." Katerina replied on reflex.  Her face twisted into a scowl. 
"You planned that didn't you?"

   "Perfectly."





   "Leave her alone." Owen warned the group of boys lead by that fucking
cunt of a bully Elijah "Eli" Lyman.

   All told there were four in the group but Eli and his
I-can't-believe-it's-not-stage-3-diabetes body were the driving force of
the antagonization.

   "Shut it, fag." Eli's voice was nasally and brought to mind broad
things; rivers, highways, buildings.  "T-this b-bitch," his stutter got him
out of so many jambs because people felt sorry for the POS, "is going to
l-learn."

   "Eli, I'm telling you-" Owen tried again.

   "Oooh!" Eli jeered, pointing his fat fucking finger right at Owen's
face. "F-fago is going to d-defend t-the d-d-d-delicate flower." He choked
out.

   "No." Owen replied smoothly.  "She," He flashed Jessica a smile,
"doesn't need a hero." He turned his attention back to Eli.  "You do."

   "I've got plenty of h-h-heroes." Eli bumped fists with his friends. 
"N-n-now, step aside."

   Owen held up his hands.  "Okay." Owen backed away.  "I've got twenty on
Jessica.T" Owen laughed.  "Go Team!"

   Jessica, feeling amply fluffed, sashayed over to Owen.  "I like you."
She smiled before putting her cowgirl hat on his head.  "I'll be back for
this." She winked at him.  Her red hair spilled around her shoulders like
fire as she turned to face the group.  She widened her stance with one foot
in front, one foot turned out in the rear.  She was silent as she looked at
them.

   "Get her!" Eli shouted before rushing the lone girl.

   Owen's heart skipped in his chest as she watched the crushing wave of
flesh surge toward Jessica Smith.  His male instincts screamed at him to
help her, but he kept himself planted.  He knew Jessica didn't need him,
but if she did . . .

   Jessica dodged the first punch, spinning low to sweep the attacker from
his feet.  He landed with an explosive curse.  The second punch she
employed an elbow-block before palm thrusting into his nose.  Blood
cascaded down his face as he stumbled to get away from her.  The third
grabbed her from behind, locking his arms around hers.

   Owen was about to get up when he saw the smile on her face.

   Jessica leaned forward before snapping her head back slamming her skull
into her attacker's face.  Suddenly she was free and she grabbed the collar
of his shirt and slammed her fist into his cheek repeatedly until he, too,
was on the ground nursing wounds.

   Eli stood alone.  He'd stopped in his rush, hoping his friends would
contain her and he could finish her.

   Jessica looked at Eli, returned to her widened stance and waited.

   "You b-b-bitch!" Something dropped into his hand and a flash of silver
later the blade was free of it's case.  Eli's focus was singular.  He only
saw the fierce redhead in front of him.

   Owen drove his fist into Eli's gut.  The fat fucker never saw him
coming. The blade dropped from his hand and Owen kicked it out of reach. 
He returned to his seat.  "All yours." He tipped the brim of her hat at
her.

   Jessica rushed Eli and though he tried to keep his hands up to block her
attacks by the end he was bloody, coughing, and would have a black eye for
days.

   Satisfied with her work Jessica walked over to Owen, tilted up his head,
and kissed him on the mouth.  It was a chaste kiss, one that said, thanks
for honoring my strength.  She pulled the hat from his head and went on
about her day her hips swinging for his benefit.

   Unbeknownst to Eli and his friends, Owen knew how often Jessica trained
in her martial art.  He also knew where she placed in her competitions. 
She was fifteenth in the world, sixteen year old division.





   "Jessica!" Samantha hissed.

   Jessica looked over at the blonde.  "I"m sorry, lost in a daydream." She
blinked her eyes trying to perk up.  "What's up?"

   Samantha looked up into those green eyes.  "Does this feel different to
you?"

   Jessica knew what the girl meant.  They had all prepared for this night
as a kind of gift for Owen.  Simple enough, really.  Show up, play a couple
of games, then give way to whatever he might want to do with each of them
or all together.  Two games down and something had changed.  She knew they
were all feeling it, too.  "Yeah.  It does."

   "And it isn't just us." Samantha added.  "Owen is a little different,
too."

   Jessica laughed.  "Well, it's the male ego, isn't it?"

   "How do you mean?" Samantha asked.

   "Well, normally Owen is all calm and collected.  Mr.  Responsibility."
She indicated the house around them.  "He is nice, kind, considerate, out
for what he wants but only if it doesn't inconvenience or hurt anyone
else."

   "Yeah." Samantha agreed.

   "But, now he had five smoking hot girls all throwing themselves at him.
Of course his ego is going to inflate a little." Jessica laughed.  "But I
guarantee you, even in the throes of passion, if you so much as uttered the
word 'no' or 'ow' Owen would be all about stopping or making you feel
better.  At his core, he still cares far more about us than he does about
himself." Jessica pulled Samantha close.  "And doesn't that make you feel
like his woman already?"

   Samantha looked at the floor.  "The more I think about it, about him,
the more I realize that I don't just want him to take my virginity." She
looked up, praying that Jessica would understand.  "I want him to take me.
To keep me."

   "To love me." Jessica finished for the other girl.  "I feel the same."
She looked over at Sarah.  "What are your thoughts?"

   "This feels like so much more." Sarah replied, obviously listening in to
the conversation.  "At first, I just wanted to fuck him; hard." She smiled
as she blushed.  "But now, it's like I want so much more than that." She
looked away.  "I want to see him smile for me.  Hear him laugh for me." She
covered her face.  "It's stupid."

   "I don't think so." Samantha took Sarah's hand.  "I think . . .  if
we're honest, we're all in love with him."

   "Just calling it something else." Jessica agreed.

   "So, what do we do?" Sarah asked quietly.

   Jessica pulled the other two close, the nudity not bothering her in the
slightest.  "We figure it out as we go." She said before kissing the other
girls on the cheek.

   "Sounds good to me." Samantha replied.

   "Me too." Sarah added.

   "Now, where are the others?" Jessica wondered aloud.

   The door opened and a very naked, very sexy Owen stepped into the room.
"Are you guys ready to see the new Katerina?" He asked ominously.

   "Hell yeah!" Jessica clapped her hands.

   Samantha and Sarah smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

   Owen opened the door wider and Katerina stepped into the room still bare
to the world but with two small additions.  A head band featuring brown
furry cat's ears held her hair down and a brown furry cat's tail rose from
behind her to sway behind her back with every move.  With each delicate
step Katerina's muscles tensed and at first the others didn't know why.

   The tail was attached to a thick plug that was now being squeezed
tightly by her tight ass.

   "Holy." Jessica breathed.

   "Shit." Samantha exhaled before giggling.  "No pun intended.

   "Shut it." Katerina bit.  "This thing is already teasing me to no end."
Her cheeks burned as her friends looked her over.  "I'd pull all of it off
if Owen hadn't promised to make it up to me."

   Owen took Katerina into his arms, gently, reverently.  "Are you okay,
Kat?"

   Katerina's big brown eyes looked into his.  "Yeah.  It's not hurting me.
It's . . ." She groaned loudly.  She reached down and grasped the length of
him.  "Someone likes the way I look." She purred.  "Meow." She said as she
stroked him with her finger nails.  "I think I will keep this on, after
all."

   Owen growled as she continued to rub against him.

   "Hey!" Samantha called out.  "Save some for us!"

   Rachel stepped into the room and grabbed Katerina's tail pulling on it
in a series of controlled jerks.  The plug stayed in place though
Katerina's knees wobbled slightly.

   "Be good, Kitty Kat." Rachel mocked.

   Katerina hissed at her friend holding her hand up with her nails poised
menacingly.

   Rachel turned away with a flip of her hair.  "Are we ready to begin?"

   "No." Jessica replied.  "We don't know who we are going against."

   "Oh, yeah!" Rachel bonked herself in the head.  "We need to draw." She
picked up the marble bowl.  "In here I have placed six pieces of paper
numbered 1, 2, and 3." She mixed the contents with her hand.  "ones against
ones, twos against twos, and-"

   "threes against threes." Sarah finished.  "We get it."

   "Let's draw." Samantha jumped from foot to foot excitedly.

   Owen watched the stockings shimmer and grip against her legs as she
moved.

   "Don't get too excited." Katerina purred in his ear.  She could already
feel pre-cum leaking against her fingers.  "I want you in the final round."


   "Fuck!" Owen hissed as Katerina drew her fingers down his length one
final time.  She left him shivering lightly as she walked away.  Her tail
high and swinging.

   "Who draws first?" Katerina asked.

   "I think the winners should go first." Sarah replied with a wink.

   "I think the winners have already won so, those that haven't won should
draw first." Katerina fired back.

   "Okay.  Fine!" Sarah stuck her tongue out.  "But people who have
recently had a real dick inside them are last, too."

   Jessica rolled her eyes with a laugh.  "Fine."

   Katerina smiled victoriously.  She put her hand into the bowl and drew
out a slip of paper.  "One." She held it up.

   Rachel drew next.  "Three." She laughed nervously.

   Owen moved forward.  "I feel like I should go last." He smiled.  "No
matter what the games say, I've won every round." He put his hand in the
bowl.  "Two."

   Sarah moved next.  "Three." She exclaimed.

   Samantha drew.  "One."

   "Try not to look too disappointed." Katerina glared.

   "Well, at least the tail will help me." Samantha smiled.

   "No fair!" Katerina harrumphed.

   "Well, I'm out." Jessica laughed.

   "What do you mean?" Rachel asked.

   "There's only one number left and it puts me in the ring with Owen." Her
body rolled as she said his name.  "I'm already close to cumming."

   "So, you aren't going to play?" Katerina asked.

   "Oh, no.  I'm going to play." Jessica smiled.  "I just know I'm going to
lose."

   "Sorry." Owen replied bashfully.

   "Don't be." Jessica winked at him.  "I'm going to enjoy it."

   Owen felt like a prey caught in her net.

   "Who goes first?" Katerina asked.

   Rachel took the bowl and the numbers.  She put one of each number back
in before making a show of mixing them.  She pulled a slip free.  "First
round, the number," she held the paper up, "twos will compete."

   Jessica trailed her nails down Owen's back.  "I was hoping she would say
that." She grabbed his hand.  "Come on, Tiger, you're going to win but I'm
going to put up one hell of a fight." Her voice dropped seductively.

   "Wait!" Owen stopped her.

   "Cold feet?" Jessica asked.

   "No.  I just think it might be more enjoyable if we take it to the bed."
He offered.

   Jessica's eyes were predatory slits.  "I love the way you think."

   The King size bed contoured to her body as she lay back on the pillow
top.  She positioned herself so her sex was hidden, one leg straight, the
other leg bent in front of her.  She held her knees together and propped
herself up on her hands with her arms behind.  She had managed to hide her
sex from his gaze but this position thrust her breasts forward and he drank
her in greedily.

   "Why, Owen," Jessica purred, "when you look at me like that I have to
wonder if your motives are pure?" She winked at him.  Leaning back on her
hands she slowly parted her knees.  Inch by inch revealing her delicate
flower to him.  She closed her eyes.

   Owen's pulse thumped through him, the even rhythm clear in the subtle
jumps of his cock.

   "Are we ready to begin?" Katerina asked.

   "Yes." Owen's reply was clipped and dark.

   Jessica shook lightly as he spoke.

   "Sixty seconds on the clock." Rachel instructed.  "Who goes first?"

   "Jessica." Owen replied quickly.

   "Think you can handle me, big boy?" Jessica smiled.

   "It doesn't matter if I win or lose." Owen breathed.  "I'm going to
enjoy this."

   Owen fell to his back on the bed.  "When you say 'go'."

   There was a breath of silence then a whispered, "go."

   In an instant Jessica's mouth was upon him, her tongue swirling around
his cock as she moaned low in her throat.  The tips of her breasts brushed
against his balls as she rocked herself in a blistering pace.  She wrapped
her hand around the base of his erection and forced her mouth up and down
his length, the blunt head forcing its way into her throat.

   She arched her back as she gagged against him, the moan that followed
was thick with desire.  She forced him into her throat again, the bead of
his ring a new not entirely unpleasant feeling.  Her spit coated him
thickly and her hand glided easily around his base.

   Her body curled again as Owen's fingers gripped her hair.

   Owen was very near to losing his competition with Jessica.  As she
gagged around him her throat pulsed and milked his hard length.  He gripped
her hair tightly before putting the palm of his hand against her cheek.  He
bucked his hips against her, fucking her mouth as her hard nipples tickled
against his balls.  His orgasm threatened the gates and suddenly he wanted
to see his cum spilling from her mouth just as it had from her well-used
hole.

   "Time." Rachel's voice was shaking; shallow.

   Jessica pulled her mouth from him with an audible pop.  "I was just
getting to the good part, too." She complained.

   "There's another good part." Sarah reminded.  "Now you get him between
your legs."

   Jessica tapped her cheek.  "I don't think a good girl should let a guy
do that." She tried to look serious.

   "Since when have you been a good girl?" Katerina asked.

   Jessica smiled brightly.  "Oh, yeah." She rolled to her back and spread
her legs overly-wide.  "My turn."

   "Set the clock." Owen growled before lowering his face between her cum
shiny thighs.  He looked up at her from his place, finding those green eyes
tracing his face as her heavy breasts with the light pink nipples rose and
fell erratically.  He licked his lips.

   "G-" Rachel's first try came out as a wheeze.  She cleared her throat
and tried again.  "Go."

   Owen licked Jessica's sex from her actively pulsing vagina to her
proud-standing, silently begging clit and pulled away.  He moved up her
body and placed his mouth by her ear.  Jessica blushed as he spoke, her
hips flexing with his words.  He moved back to her slit and locked his
mouth on her sex, his arms curling under her legs as he flicked his tongue
against her clit.

   Jessica shut her eyes as his tongue assaulted her senses.  His words
burned in her ears as solidly as she felt her toes clenched hard against
his back.  She grabbed handfuls of the sheet beneath her her hips moved on
their own.  She looked down at Owen and as his beautiful eyes met hers he
sealed her fate.

   Owen had been waiting for this moment.  As their eyes met he dropped his
tongue to her drooling opening and pressed into her, letting her feel his
tongue slipping inside.

   Jessica cursed as she arched her back off the bed.  She locked her
fingers in his hair as her thighs clamped against his head.  "Fuck!" She
screamed before her abs began to flex and release rapidly.

   She collapsed back agains the bed in a crumble of limbs.  She fought to
catch her breath as Owen emerged, face wet, from between her legs.

   "That . . .  was . . .  " Jessica breathed each word, "cheating . . . 
Owen."

   "What was cheating?" Rachel asked skeptically.

   "What . . .  he . . .  said." Jessica replied.

   Samantha's eyes grew wide.  "What did you say?"

   Owen blushed red and smiled at the floor.  "I told her not to think of
me eating her out after cumming inside of her."

   Katerina's mouth dropped open.  "Oh, that is a dirty trick!" She
laughed. "No wonder the poor girl lasted thirty seconds!"

   "But not technically cheating." Owen replied.  "I used my mouth."

   "We'll let it slide." Rachel narrowed her eyes at him.  "But I'm
watching you, Mr.  Miles." She warned.

   Katerina slid her hand into the bowl.  "Number ones next." Katerina
showed the slip of paper.

   "Which one of us is trying first?" Samantha asked.

   "Whichever wants to, I guess." Katerina replied.

   "I'll go first." Samantha replied readily.

   Katerina took her place on the bed and hissed as the mattress pressed
against her tail working the plug.  "So, not fair." She groaned as her hips
rocked against the sensation.

   Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

   Samantha trailed her hands up Kat's legs before pulling the brunette's
legs wide.  She gasped softly as she looked at Katerina's vulva.  "So
pretty." She breathed.

   Katerina blushed.

   "I can see your clit peeking out.  You're wet and pink.  Your lips are
thick and slightly red." She looked into Katerina's eyes.  "I've never done
this before," she licked her lips, "but I want to." She nodded to Rachel.

   "Go."

   Samantha was surrounded by Katerina's scent as she planted soft kisses
on the beautiful sight before her.  The smell was heavy and musky but in a
way that left her breathless and panting.  She'd never considered that she
might like licking another woman and yet, as her lips encountered the slick
flesh she felt aroused.

   Katerina sighed as she felt Samantha's lips begin to work.  It wasn't so
much what the girl did as it was the thought that this was the first time
Samantha had ever done it.  It was thrilling to be someone's first and the
thought alone made her tingle and burn for more.

   Samantha placed her mouth over Katerina's clit and stroked her tongue
against the hard ean.  Katerina moaned and flexed her hips.

   "Fuck, that feels amazing!" Katerina flexed her hips harder even though
the butt plug left her gasping with every move.

   The thick taste of Katerina's arousal filled Samantha's mouth and as she
realized what it was she groaned languorously.  She flexed her tongue
faster against the fleshy bud and was rewarded with more movement, more of
that taste.  In her hunger she scratched her nails against Katerina's
thighs leaving angry red lines of passion on the tan skin.

   "Time." Rachel all but moaned.

   Katerina eased herself from the bed, careful not to move her tail too
much.

   "Looks like you had fun, sis." Katerina shivered as Owen's fingers
brushed her tail.

   "You keep touching that and I'm going to lose." Katerina warned.

   "Sorry." Owen replied with a smile.  "I kind of like it."

   Samantha crawled onto the bed and lay with her head on Owen's pillow. 
"Ready when you are." Samantha whispered, her cheeks turning red as she
moved her legs apart.

   To date, Katerina had never went down on a woman who didn't at least
shave herself.  Still, as she looked at Samantha's trimmed pubic hair she
felt herself liking the way it looked on the girl.

   "Go."

   Katerina knew that she could win if she devoted her attention to the
girl's breasts but she found herself wanting to taste the blonde with the
breathtaking eyes.  She kissed Samantha's thigh softly before she planted a
kiss directly between the girl's dewy lips.  She could feel Samantha's hole
pulse against her lips and she hated that she'd never noticed it with
anyone else before.

   She kissed Samantha there over and over, drinking in the mewling sounds
the girl made as her body ached for more.  As Katerina began to move her
tongue over Samantha's delicious pussy, she moved her hands up the girl's
body.

   "Oh, oh." Samantha whimpered as she realized Katerina's plan.  "Please."
Samantha's breath caught in her throat.

   Katerina moved her tongue faster as she squeezed Samantha's nipple
between her fingers.

   Samantha hissed as the pain tingled through her body.  The electric
sting centering on her core as Katerina's tongue continued to move.  Her
breath came and went as she struggled to manage the sensations crashing
through her.  She gave up her fight as Katerina pulled sharply, stretching
Samantha's nipple to its limit.

   Samantha's breath caught in her chest, she put her hands over Katerina's
as a silent scream flowed from her mouth.

   "Time." Rachel called.

   Katerina continued to lick and pull, working Samantha deeper and deeper
into her orgasm.

   "Time." Rachel called again.

   "Fuck!" Samantha screamed.  "Fuck!"

   "Time." Rachel called.

   Finally, Katerina pulled away with a look of regret in her eyes.

   "Damn." Owen whispered.  He felt his pre-cum dripping from the tip of
his cock.  Just watching them had almost made him cum.

   "Sorry." Katerina said bashfully.

   "Ok." Rachel looked at Sarah.  "Guess, we're up."

   Sarah ran her fingers through her reddish blonde hair.  "I guess so."
She twirled her finger in her hair.  "You wanna go first?"

   "I wanna go down first." Rachel replied, sweeping her fingers through
her long raven black locks.  She looked into blue eyes nearly identical to
her own.  "I want to taste you, again."

   As Sarah took her position on the bed she locked eyes with Owen.  "Shit!
Just knowing that you're watching is going to make this so much harder for
me."

   "Try having him watch while you're masturbating." Rachel shivered. 
"That was unbelievable."

   "I have the timer set." Owen's voice was breathy.

   "Go." Katerina gave the command.

   Rachel sucked Sarah's clit into her mouth as her hands trailed Sarah's
sides.

   "Fuck!" Sarah moaned.  "Your tongue feels so good." Sarah flexed her
hips wildly against Rachel's tongue.  She looked at Owen.  "Shit!" She
pulled Rachel's face tighter against her.  "Owen is stroking his cock and
watching your ass.  I think he is planning on shoving that thing deep in to
you." Sarah moaned.  "He might be thinking about cumming in your hair. 
Leaving you smelling like him."

   Rachel shivered more but kept herself focused on what she was trying to
do.  She stared daggers at Sarah.

   "Time." Owen rasped.

   The two traded places.

   "Go." Samantha gave the command.

   Sarah slurped Rachel's labia into her mouth, purring eagerly as Rachel
rolled her hips against Sarah's mouth.  Rachel wove her fingers in Sarah's
hair and pulled her closer, holding her mouth where she wanted it, where
she needed it.  Sarah worked her tongue as fast as she could and though
Rachel moaned lightly, she did not cum.  She stroked Rachel's breasts and
still Rachel didn't cum.

   "Time." Owen's voice cracked but no one gave him shit for it.

   "Ooooh." Jessica's eyes were dancing.  "Our first round three."

   Rachel flipped Sarah onto her back and positioned her sex over the
strawberry blonde's mouth.  She licked her lips as she looked at Sarah's
slit.  In that moment she reflected on Owen's earlier words and thought,
either way I win.  She smiled.

   "Someone tell us when." Sarah called.  Her voice was a little muffled
from her position.

   "Go." Samantha growled.

   Sarah's nails bit into Rachel's ass as she pulled the raven haired girl
to her lips.  Rachel squealed as Sarah went to work.  Not one for being
outdone she buried her face between Sarah's legs.

   Owen was once again on overload.  Sure, he had watched many, many . . .
many videos of women going at one another.  He'd also blown an equal amount
of loads.  Seeing it happen in front of him, two women actually going down
on each other simultaneously, was more than his senses could handle.

   First, the sight.  These women were gorgeous, each with her own flaws
and allures.  Two breasts at one end, two breasts at the other, two
dripping slits being greedily devoured in a competition to reach the next
stage.  Second, the smell.  The whole room smelled of sex, not necessarily
from these two but the scent was steadily growing stronger.  There was the
acrid hint of body sweat, and, let's face it, probably a fart or two, but
the overwhelming scent was pure female arousal.  Owen burned for more of
it.

   Third, the sounds.  As the girls worked on one another they fought to
stifle their moans, groans, or whimpers as their competition did something
that felt, from the sound of things, spectacular.  Beneath that sound was
the sound of squelching.  The wet slapping of lips and tongues on slick
skin.  It spoke volumes of how close each girl was getting to her edge.

   Finally, the mental aspect.  Rachel and Sarah were actively eating each
other out in a room filled with their friends, each fighting their
impending orgasm, and all of it so they can move on to the next round where
they would do it all again.

   Owen groaned as the action built.

   Rachel moaned loudly as Sarah swirled her tongue wildly.  She could feel
her orgasm threatening to rip her apart.  Feeling like she was about to
lose Rachel's mind fed her an image and she went with it.  As she sucked
Sarah's clit into her mouth she eased one of her fingers lower and rubbed
Sarah's brown pucker with enough force to make her intention known.

   Sarah's eyes flew open as she felt the pressure of Rachel's finger
stroking her.  Her mind screamed, that's dirty, even as her body begged for
more.  Sarah bucked her hips, spread her legs wider, did everything she
could think of to give Rachel more access.  She felt ashamed at how horny
Rachel's actions made her and still she opened herself more.

   Rachel knew this was her chance and she took full advantage of it.  She
pressed harder and was rewarded by Sarah screaming as her body quaked. 
Rachel smiled victoriously but kept her tongue going as Sarah's orgasm
crashed through her.

   In the aftermath, Rachel pulled Sarah into her arms.  She held the blue
eyed girl and stroked the reddish blonde hair keeping it out of Sarah's
eyes.  She held Sarah and trailed her free hand up and down Sarah's back.
All the while she breathed softly and allowed her own body the time it
needed to come back down from the tension.

   Before Sarah detangled herself from Rachel, she placed a soft kiss on
Rachel's lips, her cheek, her neck.  She wanted to tell the girl how much
the afterglow attention meant to her.  The little action had made her feel
important.

   "Okay," Samantha started, "that leaves Owen, Rachel, and Kitty
Katerina." She flashed a bratty smile at Katerina.  "Do we need a break
before round two?"

   "No breaks." Rachel called from her supine position on the floor.  She
climbed to her feet.  "Now, in order to decide who goes next, we put three
pieces of paper in the bowl.  Two will be the same number."

   "The two that match, go against one another." Katerina filled in.

   Rachel nodded excitedly.

   "Got it." Sarah held the bowl out.  "Don't look until everyone draws."

   The remaining competitors drew in turn.

   "Alright," Samantha prompted, "show them."

   Katerina revealed a three.  Rachel held a two.  Owen's hand shook as he
unfolded his number; two.

   "Whooo!" Jessica cheered.  "Owen vs.  Rachel.  The winner will go
against Katerina."

   "Hey!" Katerina complained.

   Owen looked over to see Jessica give Katerina's tail a cheerful tug.

   "Sorry." Jessica shrugged her shoulders.  "Couldn't help myself."

   "Sixty seconds on the clock." Samantha re-focused them.  "Decide who is
going first."

   "Her."

   "Him."

   Their voices overlapped.

   "I won't hold back." Owen warned her.

   Rachel twirled her finger in her raven black hair.  "I don't want you
to." She crawled onto the bed, looking at Owen as she parted her legs for
him.

   Owen marveled, for the briefest of moments, how seeing a woman spread
her legs never grew old, never ceased to take the breath from his lungs. 
It stirred his imagination in ways he had never before experienced.

   "I want you on your stomach." Owen growled.

   Rachel rolled onto her stomach and waited as Owen climbed into bed
beside her.

   "Go." Katerina called.

   Owen slid his hand beneath Rachel, stroking her sex with a steady
pressure as he slowly smiled.

   Rachel rocked her hips as she gave herself over to the feelings Owen
woke within her.

   Owen lowered his mouth and without giving it a second thought, worked
his tongue against Rachel's puckered star.  He wiggled his tongue faster
and faster as Rachel's hips flexed erratically.

   Rachel inhaled sharp as a new sensation sent electricity racing down her
spine.  She felt the tingles of his action in her toes, the back of her
knees, as phantom strokes on the back of her neck.  As she gave herself
over to the sensations she knew that she should have gone first.

   "F-fuck!" Rachel moaned as Owen's tongue began to ease her hole open. 
"Don't," she clenched her toes, "shit, I, I, I can't, I'm gonna-" She
inhaled so quickly she squeaked sharply.  She bucked uncontrollably beneath
Owen and screamed as she squirted onto the bed.

   Owen continued to rub against her slit as her cum sprayed from her.  He
continued to work his tongue against her ass as she shook beneath him.  He
pulled away slowly as her breathing began to ease.

   "Damn." Sarah's voice was low and filled with awe.

   "With four seconds to spare." Samantha showed the timer.

   "Now, for the final round." Jessica rasped.

   Katerina made a hungry noise low in her throat.

   "No time limit, no turns." Rachel clarified.  "Just go until someone
wins."

   Owen met Katerina's eyes.  She didn't look away, didn't try to hide the
hunger burning therein.  He didn't try to hide from her, either.

   "I need to go to the bathroom first." Owen excused himself.

   "Better not jack-off in there!" Katerina hollered.  "Go with him." She
told Samantha.

   Samantha was by his side in an instant.

   They walked in silence to the bathroom.  It was clear that his nerves
were up among other things, and she tried to give him the space he might
need.

   His hands shook as he opened the medicine cabinet and removed a large
container full of blue liquid.  Samantha had never been a fan of Listerine
but she kept her silence as Owen swished the liquid in his mouth.  After he
spit he turned toward her and pulled her close, resting his head on her
shoulder.

   Each breath was a shudder that wracked his frame.  Samantha stroked his
back.  It was clear he was torn about what was coming and he sought her
comfort like a familiar blanket after a bad dream.

   "I feel like I'm a horrible person." He breathed against her exposed
skin.

   Samantha tried to hide her groan as pleasure danced in her veins but it
was impossible.

   "I know that I shouldn't want to do what I'm about to do." Heavy emotion
thick in his voice.  "I feel like this is going to ruin what you all think
of me."

   Samantha turned her mouth toward him and captured his lips with her own.
His arousal kicked against her stomach as she swallowed the words he wanted
to speak.  She pulled away slowly and spoke before he could start anew.

   "We know who you are, Owen Miles." She looked into his deep brown eyes
and surrendered herself to his stare.  "We love who you are.  We love. . ."
She bit her lip until pain flared, "I love. . .  you."

   That shell-shocked feeling returned as Owen's hearing faded to a
persistent ring.  He had never admitted to himself just how much he longed
for this blonde goddess with the gray eyes and the pouty lips to speak
these words to him.

   "I know what you're about to do, Owen.  And I still l-" she couldn't
bring herself to say it again so soon, "feel the same way."

   Owen put his hands on her sides and tried not to think of how amazing
her breasts felt against his bare chest.

   "I would be lying if I said that I wasn't dreaming of my own time with
you, but," she kissed him again and moaned as his arousal flexed against
her stomach, "I'll get you all to myself soon enough." She winked at him.

   "I hope I'm everything you want." Owen rasped.

   "You already are." She kissed his cheek.  "Now, let's get out there and
finish this game." She stroked his chest.  "Just try not to think of me
wearing Katerina's special outfit until after the game.  Might set you off
early."

   "Thanks for that." Owen laughed sarcastically.  "Now, that's all I have
in my mind."

   "Good." Samantha turned her back and made sure to wiggle her ass for him
as she left.

   Owen took a deep breath and followed in her wake.





   Katerina's eighteenth birthday had come at last.  The celebration had
been a modest, intimate, family get together.  She had been showered with
love, fed cake, and given a card with $300 cash inside.  She had assumed
the money had come from her parents and she felt guilty because money was
always tight.

   The "party" came later in the evening as she sat with her best friends
in the world and the one girl she was steadily growing to love; Samantha.

   They ordered Papa John's Pizza (pepperoni and bacon, extra cheese), did
each other's nails, and watched (to Rachel's horror) Insidious.  The
highlight of the night came when Jessica presented Katerina with a plain,
shipping paper brown box no bigger than her hand.  Katerina looked around
as her childhood friends exchanged knowing looks while Samantha looked
embarrassed.

   "We all pitched in for you." Rachel smiled.

   "Wha-" Katerina stopped when Rachel's smile widened and she shook her
head.  The paper was coarse beneath her fingers as she fought to open the
box.  As her present slid into view she gasped.  "No!" She smiled so wide
her cheeks hurt.  "You did not!"

   The bullet was soft and hard all at the same time.  The material
something almost flesh-like though it was nearly neon purple.

   "Turn it on." Sarah prodded.  "You twist the bottom." She motioned with
her hands.

   Katerina twisted the device and jumped when the item buzzed to life. 
She had barely turned it and the neon toy buzzed rhythmically in her palm.

   "Higher." Sarah prompted.

   Katerina twisted more and felt the buzzing become more insistent, more
powerful.  She wondered what it would feel like doing its job.  She looked
over at Samantha and found the girl's cheeks blazing red.  She shut the toy
off.

   "Awww." Rachel groused.  "Not going to play with it?"

   "Not right now." Katerina replied.  "I wanna test it first myself."

   "Okay." Rachel rolled her eyes.

   That night, after everyone had gone home and her parents had gone to
bed, Katerina pulled the toy from the sock where she had hidden it.  It
buzzed to life readily and with it her imagination sparked to life.

   She spread her legs, her night shirt pulled up to her navel, her panties
the only barrier between the toy and her ever more exposed slit.  She had
neglected shaving herself, but she doubted the toy would mind the few
microscopic hairs.

   It buzzed greedily mere inches from her slit.  wwumWUMwumWumwumWUM.  She
closed her eyes and moved her hand closer.

   The first touch was pure sensation.  Electricity dancing from nerve
ending to nerve ending as the toy cycled between heavy and light vibration.
She clamped her thighs on her hand as her free hand clamped over her mouth.
She only managed to stifle the squeal that had burst from her mouth.

   She worked her hips against the toy as the vibration took her higher. 
She kept her hand over her mouth just in case another sound should make a
break for it.  Her orgasm built like a fire fed gasoline.  She was burning
beneath her covers as the sensation threatened to break her into tiny
pieces to scatter upon the fibers of her area rug.  She could feel herself
rushing for the edge, braced herself for the launch, the flight, . . .  the
fall.

   BOOOOOM!!!!!!

   The flash of lightning had gone unnoticed but the roar of the thunder
would not be ignored.

   In an instant she went from running full force for the edge to cowering
in a nearby ditch.  Metaphorically speaking.  She was still in bed, of
course.

   The next flash of lightning was bright and illuminated her room like the
sun had risen.  The glass in the window chattered against the wooden frame
forcefully.

   She didn't think, she just ran.  Into the room across the hall, she
leapt from the runner on the floor bounding into Owen's empty bed.

   "Ow!  Shit!" Owen cursed as his sleep was interrupted by what could only
be described as a sledgehammer to the back.

   "Owen?!" Katerina poked the huge, solid ball beneath the blanket.

   "Ow!  That's my eye." Owen complained, his voice muffled by the cotton
material.

   "What are yo-" Katerina started.

   Booooooom!

   Katerina flashed beneath the blanket and wrapped her arms around her
brother.  "It doesn't matter.  I'm so glad you're here."

   Owen chuckled softly.  "You aren't still afraid of lightning?"

   "Shut up!" Katerina snuggled closer.  "Aren't you supposed to be a big
brother?"

   "What were you going to do if I weren't here?"

   "I have a protocol." She shivered against him as the lightning flashed
once more, when the boom sounded she hid her head under the covers.

   "Come here ya big baby." Owen pulled his sister closer to him.  He
wrapped an arm around her waist and didn't comment on the feel of her
braless breasts against his arm.  He put his head back on his pillow, the
scent of her freshly shampooed hair lulling him like a siren's song.

   "Thank you." Katerina spoke to him though she faced away from him.

   Owen shook her lightly.  "Turn off your cell phone, Kat.  Damn thing is
buzzing away."

   Katerina blushed furiously in the low light and realized that she had
rushed from her room with her toy in hand.  "Sorry." She muttered as she
silenced the vibe.

   "What?  No, 'meow'?"

   "I mean, meow." She corrected.  Her voice sounded rushed to her own
ears.

   "It's okay, Kat.  I've got you."

   Her eyes misted as his fingers stroked her side, lightly scratching her
through her shirt.  Even as he fell asleep he was reminding her he was
there with her.

   He was sound asleep before the next crash.

   Katerina, on the other hand, was alive in his arms.  He hadn't showered
before laying down and the scent of his skin, his body, surrounded her,
cloaked her.  Somehow she felt protected by his mere presence.  What was
more?  Her core burned and pulsed as his powerful chest rose and fell
against her back.  Her toy had amped her up and that need was not going
away unanswered.

   She listened as the wind kicked up.  Another flash of light that she
barely noticed.  A roar that went unheard.  She listened for Owen's
breathing.  His chest continued to press against her back and retreat
evenly, but you could never be sure.

   Her body burned for more attention.  She clenched her toes as her hips
longed to lose themselves in the rhythm of her fingers.  Her breasts ached
deliciously as they pressed against Owen's arm and the feeling only served
to leave her panting that much harder.  Which, naturally, just made it
worse.  More breathing, more movement, more breathing, more movement.

   She took her lower lip between her teeth as she slid her legs apart. 
The silky feel of her thighs against one another added a new layer of
sensation to her already singing body.  She lowered her hand between her
legs and lid her fingers beneath the thin fabric at the junction of her
legs.  Heat radiated across her skin as her fingers moved lower, seeking
out the source of that heat.

   Katerina dipped her fingers between her lips, the hot flow of her
arousal coating her fingers, before lifting her delicate digits to the hard
bud of nerves near the top of her slit.  Her toes spread wide as her
fingers stroked either side of her clit.  She shuddered in her brother's
arms and fought to keep her moans in check.

   Faster she moved, rolling her clit beneath the pads of her fingers as
her face twisted in a silent scream of pleasure.  She increased the
pressure and against her will, her hips began to move.

   Owen stirred against her but he didn't wake.

   Katerina's body screamed for more.  She pressed harder as her orgasm
crashed against the gates, threatening to overwhelm her.  She was afraid of
what might happen if she gave herself over to the release, but she craved
it all the same.  She stroked a final time and her orgasm broke loose.

   She barely kept the presence of mind, as her muscles seized throughout
her body, to keep herself from screaming out.  Instead, she inhaled a sharp
hiss between her teeth as she shook like a leaf in the wind.

   "Shhhhhhh." Owen scratched at her side again.

   Katerina's blood ran cold as pure adrenaline flooded her from foot to
face.

   "It's just a bad dream." He murmured sleepily.  "I've got you." And his
breathing was back to normal a breath and a half later.

   Katerina snuggled closer to him deciding to stay the night in his arms.
As his arm pulled her tighter against him she blushed crimson.  In that
moment, her body released a veritable flood.

   Owen continued to hold her and she fell asleep in his arms without a
second thought or another flooding.





   Katerina crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees.  Her ass held high
as she swayed her hips from side to side, her tail swishing in the air as
she moved with feline grace.

   Owen couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her getting ready for
him.  She rolled onto her back and swept her hands up her body from the
bottom of her stomach, across her breasts pulling the weights higher before
releasing them, and finally sweeping her hair to one side of her head
leaving her neck uncovered.

   Owen's cock bobbed in front of him, the length bobbing hungrily and near
continuously.  The tip glistened with pre-cum and as Katerina exhaled
through her pursed lips he could feel her breath upon his skin though they
were far apart.

   Katerina looked at her brother through her long lashes.  She tracked the
jumps of his member as he looked at her and licked her lips.

   Rachel cleared her throat.  "Remember, no time limit.  You two do
whatever you want until someone loses."

   Owen didn't respond.  He heard her words but he wasn't tracking.  In his
mind he was already inside Katerina, moving against her, with her, each
rushing toward an end neither wanted to avoid.

   Katerina purred low in her throat as Owen's climbed toward her.  The bed
shifted beneath his weight and the rocking of the mattress made her feel as
though his hands were on her, he was already bending her to his will.

   Owen reached for her but stopped himself before making contact.  He felt
the heat radiate from her skin warming his palm.  She moved her leg toward
him, narrowing the distance but not closing it completely.

   "Touch me." Katerina begged.  "I want to feel it."

   Owen exhaled and placed his hand on her thigh.

   Katerina hissed as his touch burned her.  She flexed her leg into his
palm as her hands latched onto his shoulders.  She pulled him closer
pressing her lips to his.  Her hips rolled beneath her searching for him,
wanting the hot length of him inside of her.

   Owen eased her down onto the bed and broke the kiss.  Her face was
flushed, her breasts heaving as she gulped air, her legs parted just far
enough for one of his legs to fit between.  He kissed her lips and tasted
her tongue against his.  She moaned into his mouth and he felt the
vibration of her desire resound throughout his body.

   Katerina parted her legs more, opening herself to the man who towered
over her looking down on her like she would be his next meal.  She hoped he
devoured her leaving nothing behind.  As she moved to give him access to
all of her she felt her sex open, her delicate lips spreading wide giving
him a view into the core of her.

   Owen drank in the sight of his sister beneath him.  The cat ears on her
head, the tail peeking over her shoulder, these were nothing compared to
the look in her eyes.  Her brow was furrowed and she looked frightened of
the experience she was volunteering for.  Beneath that fear there was a
deeper element burning.  She would not back down and she would not let him
back down either.  This was where she wanted to be.  This was the moment
she had been waiting for.

   Owen kissed her throat, licking the column of her neck and savoring the
salty sweat on her skin.  He kissed her over and over moving lower on her
body but in no rush to bring things to an end.  No comment came from the
onlookers as her swept his tongue along one breast as his hand reached for
the other.  He wouldn't have heard them if they did.

   The only sound in Owen's world were the sighs, giggles, and moans from
Katerina as he traveled the landscape of her body with his mouth, tongue,
and hands.

   He dipped his tongue into her belly button and though she tried to fight
the reaction, her back arched pressing her stomach against his mouth.  She
wanted to laugh and moan at the same time.  It was a strange tickle, a
feeling of being over-stimulated but being unable to make a sound.  He
nipped her stomach and was rewarded with a throaty moan.

   Owen moved lower feeling the ripple of her abs beneath her skin as he
traced phantom designs on her belly.  Her scent surrounded him and he lost
himself to the feminine musk.  It was a light scent, a fragrance that only
existed after you had smelled it and was gone just as fast.  He gulped
madly at the air until his lungs burned from lack of oxygen.  He'd
hyperventilated as he hunted her scent.

   He kissed her pubic mound, the smooth, hairless skin silky beneath his
tongue.  He looked up at his sister, keeping his mouth firmly planted, and
for a heartbeat they saw only each other.  He closed his eyes and lay upon
his stomach between her legs.

   He didn't dive in, he didn't want to rush.  He nuzzled her thighs with
his cheek and mouth as she draped her legs across her back.  He brushed his
lips against hers and came away sticky with her arousal everywhere she
touched.  He moved against her again and again wanting her scent to seep
into the fiber of his being.

   She stroked her fingers through the tangle of his hair and silently
begged for him to give her what she needed.

   Owen kissed the core of her sex and she inhaled sharply, loudly.  He did
it again.  And she flexed against him until she thought her back might
break.  The third time he sucked her clit between his lips and she clenched
her toes against his back, pinching his skin with her feet.  He didn't
move, didn't breathe.  He knew that she would cum if he did anything and
so, he did nothing.  He was not ready for the game to be over just yet.

   He moved back up her body, her legs sliding around him as he kissed his
way back to her mouth.  She could taste her cum on his lips and tongue but
what drove her wild was the blunt pressure of his cock against her slit. 
She rocked her hips urgently, grinding herself against him as she sprinted
toward her orgasm.

   Owen pulled his hips back from hers and rose up on his knees.  He
towered over his sister and tried to convey as much love and care into his
smile as he could.  Katerina smiled at her brother, her lover, and nodded
one time.

   Owen gripped himself with one hand and placed the head of his cock
against her sex.  To Katerina the rod of his erection looked swollen much
too large to fit inside her virgin hole.  She'd been told there would be
pain and though she wasn't a fan of pain, for Owen, she would endure
anything.

   He rubbed the head of his cock against her sex until his tip glistened
with their combined juices.  Satisfied with his work he pressed against her
opening.

   Katerina gave an explosive hiss as his head stretched her hole.  It
didn't hurt, yet, but the knowledge that her brother was now inside her
left her feeling indescribable joy.

   Owen moved his hips causing the thick length to pull out before sliding
back in.  Her cum glistened on the silver bead of his piercing and she
liked the way it looked.  He pressed forward one last time and halted as he
pressed against her hymen.

   He held himself up with one hand and used his free hand to sweep her
hair from her face.  He tucked the strands behind her ear before capturing
her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.  As she opened her mouth to his
searching tongue, he flexed his hips; hard.

   There was pain, Katerina realized as she screamed into Owen's mouth.  It
wasn't a slight 'oh this is uncomfortable' or even a 'oh I just cut myself
with this knife.' No, this was more 'I stubbed my toe five seconds ago and
now I can't think' pain.  The saving grace?  The pain faded in a breath. 
Owen, always concerned with her, held still within her even as she locked
around him.  She could feel her body thrashing around him, her sex milking
him as it tried to accommodate his size.

   Owen felt the barrier give way as he pressed forward.  He swallowed the
scream Katerina let loose as he bottomed out inside her.  He held as still
as possible and was determined to stay that way until she had time to
adjust to him.  It wasn't easy.  Her slippery walls gripped and glided
around him pulling on him from base to head, trying to drag him in deeper.
His balls ached and his cock begged to let loose inside her, but he held
firm.  He could feel her cervix slamming against him with every clench of
her muscles.

   Katerina pried her nails from her brother's back, grimacing as she felt
his skin beneath her nails; sorry that she had hurt him.  She adjusted her
legs around his waist and hissed, certain that pain would follow the
movement.  At first there was only a stinging, but as she readjusted
herself again there came a new feeling.  A delicious tug within her which
left her breathless.

   She flexed her hips again and heard a feral moan escape her lips as a
stronger, new sensation coursed through her.  She worked herself against
him, moving desperately fast, addicted to the feeling of him pressing
against that one place.  She had thought that intercourse would be
different, that she would feel him near her stomach and that she would cum
from him hitting something deep within her.  This wasn't like that, this
was something closer to her opening, something just below her pubic mound,
something that liked what was happening.

   As Katerina moved her hips against him he struggled to rein in his
orgasm.  His body screamed at him to claim her, to spray inside her, and to
keep going until he passed out.  Again.  But he held himself back.  It
wasn't about him.  This was her first time and he felt she was exploring
the new environment, seeking some treasure she could feel.

   Katerina rolled her hips and that was when she figured it out.  The
beads.  The beads on his piercing, particularly the top one, was rubbing
against something within her and it was loving the attention.  In the blink
of an eye, one second into the next, she went from feeling deliriously
stimulated to an urgent, demanding need to pee.  She fought with her mind
as she continued her blistering pace and with a last rock of her hips she
saw colors dance before her eyes.

   Owen held Katerina's hips in his hands as she rode herself on his
length. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer and the whimpers pouring
from her made him ache to do so much more than cum inside her.  He looked
down at her breasts, the mounds swaying madly as she pounded herself
against him, he let his eyes drift lower just seconds before she screamed
his name.

   Katerina grabbed something with her hands, she didn't know what it was
but she held on for dear life.  The orgasm robbed her of every sense but
sensation and she knew something big was happening.  Her body continued to
move against Owen's even as her mind begged for a cease-fire.  She felt
wetness splashing against her thighs, a light mist sprinkling the lower
half of her body.

   Her hearing came back first and the sound which greeted her sent her on
a new spiral.  Owen's breathing was ragged, he grunted forcefully in time
to her every move, and he moaned her name sweetly, reverently.

   Owen's balls threatened to release and he was beyond fighting it.  He
gripped Katerina's hips and worked himself with her.  He rocked his hips,
pulling his cock from her so far that the head threatened to slip free just
before slamming back into her.  She moaned as he pounded into her and yet,
he couldn't cum.

   Sweat beaded on his skin as he growled and worked himself harder.  He
switched his rhythm and allowed his mind to follow every dirty thought,
every fantasy, every imaginative corner he strayed from when he wanted to
keep from cumming.

   Katerina's nails scored his skin but the sting of her nails drove him
on.

   He imagined her peeing on him as he moved within her.  He imagined
having her toes in his mouth as he felt her muscles around him.  He
imagined her belly swelling up with his child as he continued to fuck her
daily.  He imagined her begging for it, showing him her beautiful pussy
beneath her skirt in public.  He imagined watching her masturbate before
pressing his thick cock into her pussy and riding her raw.

   Still, his orgasm eluded him.

   "Owen." Katerina moaned as she clenched around him again.  He felt her
toes clenching against his butt and she seemed to open within.  It was like
her vagina expanded around him, the walls going rigid as he slammed into
her again and again.  A flood of fluid gushed from her slit and as it
splashed against his stomach he felt himself soar over the edge.

   "Kat, fuck, Katerina. . .  I'm goin-" He choked on his words, "Ahhhhhh."
He moaned.

   Katerina had regained enough awareness to feel the movement within her.
Owen's cock jumped, twitched within her as he slammed his hips into hers.
His moan had gone silent as he jerked his cock back before slamming it home
again.  Something hit inside her and heat, sudden and intense, spread
through her abdomen.  Another hit, more heat.  Another hit.  Another. 
Another.  Another.

   With each hit Owen shuddered above Katerina and though she hadn't
understood immediately, she realized he was cumming inside her.  The
realization lit her off and she scratched his back as he body convulsed
against his.  As he came inside her she sprayed against him; the bed
beneath them soaking in her squirt and the overflow of his semen already
dripping from her slit.

   They both collapsed to the bed.  Owen not even having the strength to
stop himself from plopping on top of his sister.  He breathed her in as his
cock continued to kick within her.  It was spent of its load but the
aftermath of his orgasm left it reeling.

   Katerina stroked his back and her hips gently rolled against him.  Her
clit was sensitive and her opening burned from the use.  She felt used,
filled to bursting, claimed, completed, and most of all: loved.  She knew
in that moment that Owen would always be there for her.  In truth, she
couldn't wait to get him back inside her.

   He slid from her as his organ softened and she felt his cum pour from
her.  It trailed down over her puckered ass and collected in a pool beneath
her ass.  She didn't care.  It didn't bother her.  If she could have it her
way, she would always be covered in his cum.

   Owen looked down at her well-used sex and watched as his cum and the
blood from her torn hymen.  He liked the way it looked.

   "Who won?" Rachel asked in a breathy voice.

   "Owen did."

   "I did." Owen answered with her.  He stroked Katerina's face, adoring
her.  "But just by a hair."

   Katerina pressed her cheek into his touch, covering his hand with her
own and holding it to her face.  She kissed his palm before letting him go.

   "So, what are you going to do with your victory request?" Samantha asked
as she pressed her breasts against his side.

   Owen looked at her and absorbed the love she radiated for him.  He
kissed her lips.  "I don't know." He kissed her again.  "I'll think of
something."

   Katerina whimpered beneath him and he felt someone's head moving against
his ass.

   "What th-" Owen started.  He looked over his shoulder and saw that
Rachel was between Katerina's legs and from the look of her head movement,
was busy licking away to her heart's content.  Owen laughed and pinned
Katerina's hands above her head while Rachel cleaned up their mess.





   Katerina groaned as the camera snapped her picture, immortalizing her
cat outfit in tandem with her breasts and her gooey, dripping slit.  There
was a puddle beneath her before the button had been pressed.  She groaned
as the plug was pulled from her ass.

   Without even cleaning it off, Jessica slid it into Rachel's ass and put
the ears over the black strands of her hair.  Rachel raised one hand and
pawed at the air in true cat fashion.  She rose up, her ass against her
heels, and showed off her spectacular breasts and the barest hint of her
slit for the camera.

   Sarah waited in line, her ass in the air and she inhaled through her
teeth as Owen's hand gripped her still pink butt.  He pressed the plug
against the pucker and watched as the hole opened and stretched.  Sarah
groaned and pressed back against him as the plug slid into place.  The ears
went on easily though the color didn't really match her strawberry color.
She turned her ass toward the camera, making the tail a prominent point of
the photo though she did manage to get the ears and one breast into the
shot as well.

   Jessica sneered at the tail plug but didn't fight Owen as he worked his
finger against her ass.  He moved the plug to take the place of his finger
and as he pressed it against her pulsing hole her pulled her hair.  She
gave a throaty moan as she plug entered her, pierced her.  When he put the
ears on her she hissed at him and mirrored the pose Rachel had used but
opened her legs wider to show off her puffy lips.

   Samantha was next and she lifted her hips toward Owen and laid her head
and chest on the floor.  As the plug slid into her she gasped from the
feeling of having anything put insider her body.  She kissed his chest as
he put the ear headband over her blonde tresses.  "Pose with me?" She asked
his meekly.

   "How?" He managed.

   "Behind me, like you're inside me." She pressed her body closer to him.
"Pulling my nipples, sliding your cock between my lips so that the head
peeks up toward my stomach?"

   Owen nodded.

   They curled the tail around her side as Owen arranged himself between
her thickly coated lips.  The light hairs scratched at his cock but the
scratch was pleasant, exciting.  He pinched her nipples between his fingers
and he pulled slowly until she whimpered and wiggled against him.

   When the picture was snapped, her face was a tortured mix of pain and
pleasure.  She smiled brightly and the action danced in her eyes.  Behind
her Owen looked torn between holding his pose and pushing her down and
taking her in any way he wanted.  Everyone agreed this picture was the
best.

   "So, who's next?" Samantha asked.

   "What do you mean?" Jessica replied.

   "Well, it seems that someone should have to do their challenge next,
right?  We did it after the first game, the second one got kind of lost,
but it seems like we should get back on target."

   "I vote for Katerina." Rachel laughed happily.

   "I already did mine!" Katerina pounced on Rachel.

   "When?" Rachel asked as she tried to fight Katerina off.

   Katerina held Rachel's wrists in one hand.  "When I rubbed my feet
against Owen's cock until he covered me in his cum." She kissed Rachel and
made a show of licking the raven haired girls lips.

   "So that leaves me, Sarah, Samantha, and Owen, right?" Jessica asked.

   "Yep." Rachel replied.

   "Well, I've tasted Katerina, Owen, Rachel, and Sarah."

   "You only tasted my lips." Sarah reminded her.

   "And you haven't tasted me at all." Jessica spread her legs wide.

   "So, I'm up then?" Samantha asked with a laugh.  "Well, alright then. 
It was going to happen sooner or later." She looked at Sarah before
crawling toward Jessica.  She trailed her tongue up Jessica's toned calf
and indulged herself between those thick, juicy thighs.  Jessica's flavor,
like blackberries only slightly too young, was heavy and permeated
Samantha's senses.  She wanted more, but she also wanted to leave an
impression.

   As Jessica's hips began to move more frantically, Samantha pulled slowly
away.  Her face sticky and shiny with Jessica's juices.  She looked over
her shoulder at Sarah.  "Your turn."

   Sarah was struck motionless by the sheer perfection of Samantha crawling
on her hands and knees, her face showing what she had been doing, her eyes
telling what she would soon be doing.  Sarah allowed herself to be pushed
back onto the bed.  Her breath left in a wheeze as Samantha's soft hands
eased her knees further apart.

   Those grey eyes stared up at Sarah as Samantha moved her mouth closer
and closer to Sarah's waiting flower.  Samantha sucked one of Sarah's
velvet lips into her mouth and scraped her teeth lightly over the flesh. 
Sarah hissed and gripped Samantha's hair in her hands.  Samantha repeated
the gesture with the other lip and Sarah's hips flexed powerfully atop the
mattress.  She pulled her mouth away with an audible pop.

   She barely gave Sarah a moment to breathe before she slid her tongue up
through Sarah's slit.  Lapping at her sex with controlled movements.  Sarah
rolled her hips against her new lover but Samantha always found a way to
keep the strawberry blonde from getting the pressure she needed.

   "Please." Sarah begged.

   Samantha sucked Sarah's clit between her lips and worked her lips around
the bud as she had worked them around Owen's cock.  Sarah's thighs clamped
around Samantha's head.  She arched her back and her breasts pointed to the
ceiling.  Her breath, momentarily trapped in her throat, broke free with a
piercing scream.

   Samantha continued to lick softly until Sarah's breathing became even.
She sat back on her heels and looked at Owen.

   Owen's breath had been stolen many times through the night.  Each time
he'd thought things couldn't go much further.  As Samantha looked up at
him, her delicious ass against her well cared-for heels, her face covered
in the cum of her friends, he felt light-headed and his cock was harder
than ever.

   She looked up at him through her lashes, the pose making her look
innocent.  "I think I need someone to clean me up." She whimpered.  "Can
you help me?"

   I'm going to fuck her, Owen thought.  Before the next game, I'm going to
cum inside her.  He knew he'd cum a lot so far, but he was determined. 
Even if it took everything, he was going to have her.

   He held out his hand to help Samantha up from the floor.  She put her
hand in his and smiled up at him.

   They both stepped from the room.


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