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 Title: Game Night Pt.  05


Summary: Some learn to share, others to love.


Keywords: inc,fic





   "Hey!" A new voice called.  "You better share!"

   Sarah's stomach clenched like a child caught stealing a cookie from the
jar.  She turned slowly and let herself be pulled into a kiss.  Though her
eyes had adjusted it was still too dark to make out who had joined them. 
Sarah didn't care, the kiss was sweet and left her trembling.

   "Or what?" Sarah teased.

   "Or I'll move you to the sideline and tell you to not even touch
yourself." Rachel returned.

   "Fine." Sarah stood and indicated Owen's lap.  "He's all fluffed for
you."

   Rachel giggled.  "Thank you." She climbed on top of Owen, his cock
pressing into her side as she snuggled up to him.  "Are you okay with
this?" She asked, looking into his eyes even though the dark concealed
them.

   "Yes." Owen replied softly even as his hips jerked lightly against her.

   "Feels like someone needs more attention." Rachel trailed her fingers
lightly against his stomach before grasping the wet flesh.  Owen's reaction
was exactly what she wanted.  "I want you inside me." Rachel whimpered.  "I
want to feel you against me, entering me.  I want to taste your name on my
lips before I scream it out loud."

   Her voice shook as she drew a shuddering breath.  "I need to feel that
ache as you tear through that barrier, claiming me." She flexed her hand
around his erection.

   "Are you sure?" Owen asked through a hiss.

   Rachel nodded enthusiastically.  "I'm sure." Rachel kissed his cheek. 
"But there is a problem."

   "What's that?" Owen asked, his tone all about fixing whatever "the
problem" might be.

   "Sarah's dripping wet and in need of some serious attention.  I just
couldn't live with myself if I got to cum and she was left needing it."
Rachel pumped him faster.  "At the same time, I don't want to share my
first time with you." Rachel flicked his ear with her tongue, her hot
breath sending shivers down his side.  "What should we do with her?"

   "I don't k-" Owen's words were stolen as Rachel moved her body up higher
on him, her velvety lips surrounding the blunt head pinning it between
their bodies.

   "Should we make her watch without playing?  Let her tease herself until
she begs?" Rachel rolled her hips gently with each word.  "Maybe we should
let her finger herself until she just can't cum anymore."

   "Oh, shit." Sarah whispered.

   "What do you think, Owen?" Rachel asked sweetly.

   "T-tease herself until she b-begs." Owen replied through hitching
breath.

   Rachel giggled, her smile clear in the tone of her voice as she spoke.
"Mmmmm, I love it!"

   "If I beg, will you take care of me?" Sarah asked with a tremble.

   "Of course." Rachel replied quickly.  "But you have to really beg." She
turned back to Owen.  "Now, here I am on top of you." She swept her hair
out of her face.  "What are you going to do with me?" She paused for a
moment.  "Keep in mind, there are no limits.  I will, literally, do
anything you want."

   Owen's mouth dried out, but even if it hadn't it would have made no
difference.  In that moment, he had forgotten the entirety of the English
language.  It was like there was a early 90's Rolodex in his mind just
flipping its shit, 9 x 5 index cards with words and definitions just
spitting out on rapid-fire.  He had no words.  None.

   "I think you broke him." Sarah giggled.

   Rachel rubbed her hand against his cock.

   "Fuck." Owen moaned.

   "Nope, not broken." Rachel concluded.  "Just needed rebooting."

   "I wonder how you press 'control,' 'alt,' 'delete' on him?" Sarah asked.

   "I think that button's on the prostate." Rachel replied.

   Owen grabbed Rachel's hand as she made like she was going in search.

   "Apparently you just needed to startle him a bit."

   Rachel pulled Owen's lower lip between her teeth.  "That's enough about
Sarah.  What am I going to do with you?" She purred as she looked into his
eyes.

   Owen closed his eyes briefly as he pressed his hips more firmly against
the scorchingly hot girl straddling him.  "I want you." He breathed on an
exhale.  "I want to be in you."

   Rachel licked her lips.  "That," She rolled her hips against his
erection, "I can do." As she raised her hips she gripped the length of him
and moaned, a delicious low growl as she moved the blunt tip of his aching
cock between her dripping, dew covered lips.

   The sound of her moaning kicked Owen mentally back in time and in an
instant he found himself reliving a memory he'd thought forgotten.

   The Sun was shining, beating down on the exposed skin of the group of
friends.  Owen felt the heat in his sore muscles, felt the tightening of
his skin as a precursor to the burn he would later have, and the grit of
the cement beneath his knees reminded him that if he shifted around too
much he would pay with flesh.

   "Make sure you don't miss any spots." Rachel reminded him.  She had
called him over to rub tanning oil on her back with the excuse that she
couldn't reach it and none of the other girls wanted to miss a minute of
their sun time.  Owen had grumbled about the task but had made his way over
and knelt beside her towel.

   A few squirts of the oil rubbed vigorously between his hands but before
he could make contact, Rachel spoke again.

   "I don't know how you're going to get everywhere if this is tied." And
just like that the top of her bikini was undone.  She was lying on her
stomach so he didn't see anything, but the knowledge that she had untied
her clothing in front of him left him feeling parched and short of breath.

   He put his hands on her skin and fought to keep the satisfied groan to
himself, except the sound came out anyway.  His cheeks burned before he
realized that it had been her, not him, that had made the noise.

   "God!  Your hands feel fantastic.  Why haven't I had you give me a
massage before?"

   "Quit perving on my brother!" Katerina shouted without looking up from
her book.

   "So you can have him all to yourself?" Rachel called back.

   Katerina didn't say anything to that and Owen had been so caught up in
touching Rachel that he didn't notice the way Kat bit her lower lip.

   "So," Jessica, lying beside Rachel, started, "I was reading this
article-"

   "Of course you were." Rachel griped.

   "And in this article," Jessica continued, "there were all these
suggestions about how you should be having sex."

   "I didn't know there was an entity out there that wanted me to have
sex." Rachel quipped.

   I do, Owen thought to himself.

   "No, like, what positions, speed, where to touch, how to be touched."

   "There's only one way." Rachel interrupted again.  "Fast, hard, and
rough."

   "That's three." Katerina pointed out.

   "Not the way I do it." Rachel smiled.

   "It went into some detail and said that while guys typically like the
fast and hard sex, women rate the slow and passionate stuff better."

   "I wouldn't know." Rachel replied.  "I just beg until they give it to me
fast."

   "Why?" Jessica asked.

   Rachel seemed stunned by the question and quickly changed the subject.
"I'm thinking of going dancing tonight."

   "I don't want to go dancing." Katerina fussed.

   "It's either that or I'm going to crawl into your brother's bed after
everyone goes to sleep."

   Owen's eyes widened in surprise and he stopped applying the oil.

   "Fine!  We can go dancing." Katerina's mouth was firmly twisted with
aggravation but she returned to reading her book.

   "Too bad, Stud." Rachel didn't even turn to look at him as she spoke. 
"I could use some fast, hard, and rough attention tonight."

   "So, you've never had it any other way?" Katerina marked her spot with
her finger.

   Rachel finally turned to look at someone.  "I already said 'no' just let
it drop." There was a bit more fire to her tone than she'd meant but no one
bothered her further.  Lying her head back down, cheek against the chair,
she wiggled her back and hips.  "Man-slave, continue your work."

   Owen shook his head with a barely suppressed chuckle and returned to
rubbing her back; delicious moans bursting from her throat as he worked.

   Owen looked at Rachel, forgetting about the blunt head thrusting out
from his hips to drink her in instead.  He'd spent much of his life around
this young woman.  Had watched her grow from a child into adolescence,
hell, he'd even heard her fart on more than one occasion but of the
veritable lifetime of memories he had of her, her face on that distance
summer day kept coming back.  There was something in the way her eyes
seemed to dull as she begged off the question that dogged his overworked
mind.

   Rachel, not noticing the lost-in-thought expression on her soon-to-be
lover's face, worked the burning, throbbing helmet between her insistently
tingling lips feeling the delicious bite as his momentarily dry cock kissed
her dripping slit.  Her teeth clicked together viciously as she arched her
back, feeling the sharp tear of her hymen and the slip-and-grip of his cock
sliding into her.

   Owen's fingers, a hair's-breadth from Rachel's head gripped the pillows
between his fingers and for some strange reason the sight of his
white-knuckled grip sent tremors of lust flashing through the muscles of
her core.  The pain had faded and she felt herself grow wetter, her pussy
hungrily pulsing around the thick invasion of his dick.  With each flex of
her muscles she could feel that bar of his wiggling against her g-spot,
forcing her toward orgasm with little more than the vibration of his blood
through his veins.

   She wanted more.  She wanted to be owned by him.  Take me, use me, tell
me what I need to do to make you fuck me like an animal, her mind growled.
Her mouth watered as he opened his eyes a slow exhale rattling bass through
the expanse of his lungs and chest.  Those caramel eyes (had they
lightened) fixed on hers and she knew, this was going to be something she
would never forget.

   In the time it takes lightning to strike she imagined vividly the
exquisite soreness she would feel between her thighs come morning.  She
rolled her hips against him, exaggerating the move, before squeezing her
muscles down tight on his cock.  That's right, she thought, feel that slick
heat and strong grip, fuck me, I dare you.  Fuck me until I can't grip you
anymore.

   Sarah watched in awe, trying not to make a sound as the scene blossomed
in front of her eyes.  She'd seen Owen in action tonight, had felt the
power of his body as he moved.  She knew he could grip Rachel in his arms
and dominate her until she bent before him.  Yet, he was poised over her,
straining to control the desire when, by all accounts, Rachel was giving
him the green light, all-systems-go.

   She had lied back in an armchair and had thrown her legs over the
armrests spreading herself wide for any to see.  The heat within her
scorched her skin and left small beads of sweat dotting her body.  Her
fingers, previously a flashing movement between her delicate lips, had
slowed to a light rolling as she prolonged her release, trying to keep pace
with the show.

   Sarah pulled at lightly at her nipples as her fingers continued moving
against and around her clit, dropping low to her pulsing, slightly aching,
opening before returning to her clit once more.  She teased herself as she
watched Owen's muscles shift beneath his skin.

   Rachel purred such that she would give Katerina a run for her money as
Owen's hips began to move.  It was a slow, calculated rhythm and his eyes
held hers as he pulled back until the thick head of his cock stretched her
wide.  He wouldn't pull all the way out, but he would hold her stretched
around his throbbing member for a moment before sliding back into her slow
and smooth.

   She could feel every nuance of his movement.  She could feel the metal
piercing pressing into her, the hard ridge of his head forcing its way past
her clenching muscles, until the blunt head pressed against her cervix with
a gentle bump.  As he pulled back again, she moaned his name, her hot
breath carrying the word before kissing his skin.  She locked her legs
behind his butt, trying to keep him pressed tight against her but he was
undeniable in his movements.

   Owen claimed Rachel's mouth with his own.  It was a powerful movement, a
demand in the form of a kiss.  His tongue danced with hers as he continued
his slow assault on her body.  Though he had just begun, and though he'd
already cum more than he could remember, the feeling of her and the plan he
had left him on the verge of giving into his release.  He bit his cheek,
hard, and refused to focus on himself.  This was about her.

   Alarm bells began to ring in Rachel's mind as her body was over-run with
the feeling of his cock pressing into her, the feel of his skin lightly
scraping against her clit as their hips came together, the way her nipples
ached as the slid against his chest.  She locked her fingers into his
buttocks, her nails biting as she tried to pull him harder into her.  She
wanted him to fuck her, take her hard, make it sting as he pounded into
her. She groaned into his mouth as he pulled back once more, driving her
wild.

   This wasn't what she had wanted.  She wanted to be fucked, hard, fast,
deep.  Instead, he was scooping her into his arms, holding her with
reverence as he moved with her.  Her pulse raced out of control, an orgasm
threatening to fracture her and leave her in pieces scattered around
threatened as he kissed her collarbone.

   She tried to say 'no' but it came out as a wheeze.  She wanted to scream
for him to pound away at her but the taste of his kiss still on her tongue
stole her words.  As his fingers wound into her hair she tried to push him
away but instead pulled him closer.  He pulled the thick tangle of her
black hair and she went with the movement, revealing her neck to him.  He
licked the hollow of her throat as their hips came together again.

   Rachel shook like a leaf in a gale as Owen stopped his movements.  A
gentle respite as he nibbled on her sensitive skin.  She was about to call
out to him as the sound of him sniffing her caused her frantic pussy to
grip him in a stuttering hold.  She felt him move his hands before the
familiar pressure of his palms against her body returned.  Still he did not
move.

   Rachel was confused until a new warmth blanketed her, a body holding her
from behind.  Two arms wrapped around her from behind and the thick points
of Sarah's nipples rubbed against her back.  She was now supported all
around, held between two people treating her as if she were priceless and
to be adored.

   His teeth scraped against the side of her neck as he began to roll his
hips.  No longer withdrawing he moved within her, trapping her clit between
their bodies and working it with his skin.  All the while, Sarah's hands
caressed Rachel's breasts, pulling at her nipples before rolling them
beneath her fingers.  Sarah's tongue danced on Rachel's neck opposite where
Owen now nibbled.

   "O-" she tried to speak but her voice caught in her throat.  She moved
spasmodically in his hold but he never let her drop.  "O-O-Owe-" Her words
were caught in the choppy sea of her breathing as everything began to
vibrate apart at the seams.  "N- Oh, f-f-f" Her hands clenched and
released, clenched and released as she struggled to gain control of
herself.

   Rachel's stomach flipped and her arms and legs jumped and wiggled of
their own accord but there was no coordinating the efforts.  Her mind
screamed empty noise as she fought not to be overwhelmed by the sensations.
She could smell herself on the air as Owen and Sarah carried her gently
toward her end.

   "Cum with me." Owen's voice was husky, deep, and achingly raw as he
shuddered with her.

   And Rachel did.  She released herself to his gentle, loving, insistence
and felt herself explode with lights dancing in front of her eyes.  She
screamed but she wasn't certain it even made a noise.  She scraped her
nails against Owen's skin but didn't know what direction she was moving. 
Her orgasm obliterated all reality and left her with nothing but pure
sensation singing in her nerves.

   Sarah's eyes never moved from their entertainment as Rachel came undone.
She could feel the relentless full-auto flexing as Rachel's body was racked
with pleasure in a symphony too complex to coordinate.  She heard the
splashing spray colliding with Owen's chiseled form and the musky scent
screamed 'woman' in a way that left her own slit dripping.

   Sarah barely felt Rachel as the raven-haired goddess went boneless
against her because her senses were focused only on Owen at that point. 
His eyes were slammed shut, his jaw clenched, and his powerful arms were
vibrating against her stomach as he continued to hold Rachel in his arms.
Sarah's brain took only a moment to make the connection before her body
responded viscerally.  She began to cum, unprovoked, untouched, as she
connected the dots of Owen's strained muscles to the fountain-esque spray
of his orgasm into the deliriously ecstatic girl in front of him.

   Sarah's body recalled the scorching heat of his cum as it had filled her
and her core throbbed with jealousy as she watched Owen's shoulders tremble
through the release.

   Owen felt his body bowing under the force of his orgasm and he had no
further strength to hold himself up.  He lowered himself as gently as he
could and wrapped curled his arms against Rachel.  He looked up at her face
ready to gaze into her eyes and see her smiling at him.  Instead he found
her cheeks wet with tears and finally registered the shaking of her chest.

   "Rach?" He whispered.  "Did I hurt you?"

   It took her a while to respond but when she could finally form words she
let them fall without opening her eyes.  Allowing herself this golden
afterglow to deny the existence of reality.

   "Hard, fast, and deep." She whispered.  "That's all I wanted.  That was
everything to me."

   Owen felt his stomach plummet.  He'd thought she would enjoy the change
in pace.

   "Instead, you give me this slow passion." She tightened her fists.  "You
hold me like I'm the only thing that matters."

   A sour taste filled his mouth leaving an arid wasteland in its wake.

   "And at the end of it all, I know, I know that hard, fast, and deep...
will never be my only stipulation again." She raised her hand and ran her
fingers through his hair.  "I know that nothing else, but you and my
friends, will ever be enough for me." She nudged his chin willing him to
look up at her.  "Thank you."

   Sarah held her friends and knew that things were never going to be the
same again.  It just couldn't ever go back to the way it was.  Each of
them, on all accounts, were all-in.

   After some time, Rachel turned her gaze toward Sarah.  "You know
something?"

   "What?" Sarah smiled and smoothed the coppery strands of her hair.

   "You never begged." Rachel smiled devilishly.

   "What?" Sarah's smile showed slight confusion.

   "We said that you had to finger fuck yourself until you begged or you
couldn't have him."

   "Ugh!" Sarah feigned outrage.  "I was too busy holding you."

   "Rules are rules." Rachel stuck out her tongue.  "But, I think we can
find a way to work around that."

   Sarah's smile broadened.  "Yeah?"

   "You'll still have to beg." Rachel admonished, shaking a finger.

   "I don't know if I can." Sarah replied.

   "I do." Rachel answered easily.  "I'll teach you how." She pulled her
friend in close for a kiss.  "But first, I think we're going to have to get
Owen back in the mood."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yes.  And I know just the thing." Rachel pulled herself from beneath
Owen and moved to the love seat previously occupied by Sarah.  She held her
knees together and her legs were poised on the tips of her scrumptious
looking toes.  She curled her finger toward Sarah, beckoning the redhead
closer.

   Sarah sashayed toward her friend, giving her ass plenty of wiggle for
Owen to appreciate as she moved away from him.  She stepped close to Rachel
and felt a shiver of anticipation as she stood, toe-to-toe with the dark
haired girl with the mischievous smile.

   Rachel made a show of her eyes moving up and down Sarah's body.  She
teased herself with thoughts of what she was going to do and the delicious
tingle between her legs had returned.  Sarah's reddish-blonde hair was a
brilliant contrast to her skin tone and her light blue eyes.  She moved her
stare down over the swell of Sarah's breasts over the flat expanse of her
stomach, to the juncture of her well defined thighs.

   Rachel licked her lips before speaking.  She locked eyes with Sarah. 
"On your knees." She pointed sharply to the ground.  When Sarah didn't move
she snapped, "Now."

   Sarah dropped to her knees, her round butt against her heels.

   "I'm thinking there needs to be a punishment for you not begging."
Rachel tapped her chin thoughtfully.  "I think..." more tapping, "yes, I
think you need to apologize to me."

   "I'm-" Sarah started but Rachel silenced her by placing a finger over
her lips.

   "Not with your words." She raised one delicate foot up and held it to
the side of Sarah's face.  "But you do need to use your tongue."

   Sarah knew that this wasn't about her.  She didn't relish the idea of
kissing and licking Rachel's feet but she knew how it would impact Owen and
that left her more than ready to give Rachel's petite foot a nice slow,
bathing.  Still, it would be more fun if she could get Owen to join in and
she thought she knew just the way.

   "No." Sarah turned her face away from the appendage.

   "What?" Rachel narrowed her eyes like a predator, searching Sarah's face
for the defiance she'd clearly heard.

   Sarah flicked her eyes to the side in Owen's direction and prayed that
Rachel would catch on.  Sudden understanding brightened those piercing eyes
and a slight smile tugged at the corners of Rachel's mouth.

   "Well, I guess someone doesn't want to do what she is told.  I guess I'm
going to have to get a little more rough with you."

   "You wouldn't dare." Sarah hissed back.

   Rachel looked taken aback for a moment but then that smile returned
full-force.  "No.  You're right, I wouldn't." She pouted but couldn't hold
the look as her smile re-doubled.  "I guess I'll just have to get Owen over
here and have him force that pretty little mouth of yours to go where I
want it."

   Sarah's body hummed with desire.  Her thighs were tickled with the
trickles of her arousal and every slight stirring in the room was like a
cool kiss against her inner thighs.  She tried to hide the gentle rocking
of her hips but her body was already living the attention she would no
doubt, soon be getting.  She turned to look at Owen, poor boy, he was all
attention with his muscles straining but getting nowhere.

   Sarah licked her lips as she stared at him.  "No." Had her voice always
been so husky?  "Owen wouldn't want to see that.  There's no way he would
twist his fingers through my hair and force me to kiss and lick your pretty
toes." She watched his cock twitch as her words filled the room and with
every kick of that hard length she could feel herself growing more
feverish.

   "I don't know." Rachel's words were slow and heavy, like she, too, were
feeling the electricity in the air.  "I think Owen would be perfectly fine
with it."

   Sarah never took her eyes off Owen as she spoke.  "And why is that."

   "Because." Rachel replied easily.  "While he is forcing you, I'll be
stroking him with my free foot." Rachel laughed as Owen groaned, his back
arching as he imagined the feelings.  "I may even work him hard enough that
he cums in your hair as he moves you where I tell him."

   Despite the teasing, Owen still had yet to take a step toward them.  It
made sense, actually.  Owen was the kind of guy, no matter how teased and
tormented, who wouldn't make a move without consent.

   "Well, let's see it then." Sarah thrust her chin toward him.  "Come on,
big boy, come over here and let's put her words to the test."

   Owens' muscles locked him in place, his whole body straining.  His jaws
were clenched and the most erotic pained expression twisted his features as
his fast, shallow breathing made lustful whispers in the quiet.

   Rachel moved her foot closer to Sarah's lips but Sarah turned her face
away.

   "Not unless Owen makes me do it." She licked her lips again.  "I'm not
going to lick those pretty toes unless those strong hands are forcing me to
do it." She poured her passion into her words, the letters slicing off her
tongue like molten blades of pure sexual intent.

   You have a very real possibility of being fucked raw, right here, her
brain warned her, back down.  Fuck that, she thought at her sensible side.
Bring.  It.  On.  Because she was going to fight back.  She planned to
torment that wondrous beast within him until he forced her to do as she was
told.  Her pussy screamed in delight at the thoughts racing through her
,possibly twisted, little mind.

   Owen's muscles relaxed but the pained expression remained in place.  His
eyes were closed and he took a shuddering breath before he opened them.  He
placed one foot in front of the other and when he finally rested beside
Sarah he looked huge, powerful, and hungry.

   Sarah thrust her chin out again.  "What are you gonna do?" Her stare was
fierce but her voice was a timid whisper.  "You wo-"

   Owen silenced her but roughly running his fingers over her lips.

   She closed her eyes and licked at his digits, tasting the salt of his
skin, breathing in the scent of him; sweet musk baked fresh by the heat of
his blood.  He assaulted her lips with groping fingers an occasional pad
rubbed roughly over her tongue as a digit entered her mouth.  She greedily
sucked on him, swirling her tongue around the intruder with unashamed
relish.

   "Owen." Rachel breathed, her voice catching in her throat snapping his
name into unintelligible consonant croaks.  She tried again.  "Owen." More
volume but no command to it.  He responded anyway, fixing her with his hot
stare.

   "Yes, my Queen." Because it was so much more fun when everyone played
their role.

   Rachel rolled her hips and splayed her toes wide as chills danced
through her nerves.  He looked poised, ready to devour at her command, and
that massive wall of muscle ready to obey her every whim?  Nothing sexier.

   Her eyes roamed his body with a fire she could never fake.  She trailed
her tongue over the ridges of his muscles though she never made contact
with him.  Her eyes locked on the bobbing weight of his thick cock and the
gleam of his pre-cum brought her to the verge of another orgasm.  She
salivated greedily at the gleaming gem, famished.

   "I have given her an order and she refuses to comply." Rachel's mind
felt foggy and she rejoiced that her words seemed to make some kind of
sense to Owen.  To her own ears she could have just asked him for
quesadillas and it would all have sounded the same.

   Owen looked down at Sarah.  "Do as you're told." His voice was deep, the
bass more vibration than words.

   "No." Sarah breathed.  All conviction was gone from her voice, all fire
starved for oxygen by the animal intent pouring off Owen's poised frame.

   He didn't ask a second time.  He stepped closer his cock grazing against
her cheek before pinning between her face and his leg.  He gathered her
hair up, sweeping with both of his hands as he bent over her.

   Sarah breathed deep and groaned.  The hard length of his erection was a
heat against her cheek and the musky scent of his cock mixed deliriously
with the scent of Rachel's cum.  She could hear herself purring as his grip
on her head grew tighter and she knew that soon he would have complete
control of her.  She took her chance.

   Sarah turned her face and flicked Owen's dick with her tongue.  A wide
trail of her saliva coating the underside of that wonderful rod.  The catch
of Owen's breath almost left her shaking as her cream spilled from her to
the floor but she held it together.  She lightly scraped her teeth along
his skin before capturing his bulbous head between her lips.  She forced
her head forward, giving him a primal shake as she force fucked her mouth
with his steadily throbbing cock.

   Rachel heard the choked cough as Sarah gagged around Owen's cock and her
own slit hummed.  She'd felt, since the start, that they were quickly
derailing but this was playing with fire.

   Owen's eyes darkened and his features softened as Sarah's tongue flicked
rapidly against him.  He groaned, loud, and felt his fist tighten in her
hair.  She took him deeper and moaned as his cock jumped in her throat. 
Through some miracle of discipline that he'd never before possessed, he
managed to pull Sarah's mouth from his dick.  The thick strand of her spit
stretching from the tip of him to her red lips almost pushed him over the
edge.

   Sarah looked at Owen with fire in her eyes.  She wanted it all.  Use me,
her mind screamed.  Make me do whatever you want.  "Go on." She hissed. 
"Try to make me do what she says." Her eyes pleaded with him, begging
louder than her voice ever could.  Please, please, give this to me.

   "No." Owen's voice was a low growl as he used her hair to direct her
eyes to his.  He licked his lips, smiling at her.  He put his mouth by her
ear.  "Are you sure you want this?" He asked, punctuating his words with
little kisses on her cheek.

   Always a gentleman.  "Yes." She whispered back.

   He stood once more, his cock bobbing in front of her face but out of her
reach due to the hold he had on her hair.  "You're going to have to pay for
your defiance before you can lick her feet." He pulled her forward until
she had to rest her weight on her hands and knees or risk face-planting. 
Onward until she had to raise her hips from her heels just to keep her
balance.

   Owen was now, the wild card.  The one she had brought into play without
really thinking about what might happen.  And the unknown, the sweet
mystery, left her vibrating from top to bottom.  Owen turned her head to
force her to look at Rachel.

   The dark haired girl had her hand between her thighs and was biting her
lip so hard the skin was teased white.  Her wrist twitched slightly as she,
no doubt, worked her aching slit, slow-walking herself to the precipice of
a monumental release.

   "Apologize and beg to kiss her feet." Owen's voice was commanding but
not loud.

   "No." Sarah breathed.

   Owen knelt beside her, his chest facing her side.  One hand holding her
firm by her hair.  "What?"

   "No." Sarah repeated, smiling though he couldn't see her.

   Whack!  Sarah was too shocked to even call out as Owen's massive hand
smacked against her bare ass, hard enough to move her forward.

   She growled at the sting singing in her skin.

   "Do you want to try that again?" Owen asked.

   Yes.  "I said, No." Her voice warbled from the effort of trying to be
audible.

   Whack!  Whack!  Twice he struck her with no break between the swats and
both times she could feel her juicy pussy splashing against her thighs. 
Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth as she moaned luxuriously.  If
he kept this up, she would cum buckets in no time.

   "I must have mis-heard you." Owen had put his mouth by her ear again and
the sweet smell of his breath left her heart trip-hammering in her chest.
She could barely hear him over the rush of blood through her ears.

   "I said," she had to breathe several times before she could finish,
"no." Her voice shook with excitement.

   Owen's hand met her flesh over and over, but he had changed his tactics.
Between smacks he rubbed small circles on her ass and his hand moved lower
and lower with each spank he delivered.  He was cranking her higher and
faster, revving her while holding the breaks.  He pulled back one last
time, aiming carefully before letting it fly.

   With each smack Sarah repeated the word.  No.  Smack.  No.  Smack.  No.
But the resolve in her voice faded exponentially.  What started as a
defiant spit became a sultry moan by the fifth smack Owen delivered.  Her
ass buzzed and her puffy lips were spread so wide she dripped directly onto
the floor.  Until the last smack.

   Owen had been watching as Sarah spread her legs farther and farther
apart with each collision of his hand on her flesh.  He heard the lust in
her voice, smelled the scent of her pussy filling the room, and believed he
could hear the sound of her cum spurting from her slit.  All the while his
cock ached and throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to shove it deep
into her gaping hole and fuck her until he sprayed deep inside.

   If they had been the only two in the room, he would have.  However, he
didn't want to leave Rachel out of the game she had started and, to be
fair, Sarah still had yet to beg.  He watched as his hand followed his
directions, the smack cutting through the distance with ease to land.

   Sarah's voice caught in her throat as her whole body froze.  She
couldn't even make a sound as the last of the spanking registered.  Owen's
hand had landed half on her ass, and half clipping her swollen, hungry,
completely outrageously soaked cunt.  She felt the sting vibrate through
her clit followed by the rough brushing of the pad of one of his fingers.
And that was all it took.

   She screamed without sound, her face twisted into a mask of pleasure as
her body contorted.  Owen continued to rub her, bringing her higher,
smiling through the shake of her body and the way she jittered beneath his
fingers.  He still held her by her hair and refused to let her fall even as
her pussy gushed, an uncoordinated flow of her cum spraying onto the floor,
shattering the quiet where her silent cries had been unable.

   As Sarah's mouth hung open, Owen took advantage and grabbed Rachel's
ankle sliding her toes into Sarah's mouth.  He returned his hand to Sarah's
slit and continued to rub watching intently as she licked and sucked on all
she could get of Rachel's toes.

   Rachel's stilted breath and shocked twitching served only to amp him up
more and he repositioned himself so that she could keep up her end of the
bargain.  She was more than ready and eagerly gripped his cock with her
toes, struggling to rub him as her body moved from 'stimulated' to
'overload'.

   Rachel breath caught in her throat as she tried to manage the sensations
curling her body.  She worked her foot against Owen's cock as best as she
could but the feeling of Sarah's tongue sweeping between her toes left her
squealing somewhere between a moan and a scream.

   "Fuck me." Sarah's voice was a gasp between licks as she continued to
work her tongue against the sensitive digit flexing uncontrollably from her
attacks.  She wiggled her hips at Owen as she slurped noisily to the
backdrop of Rachel groaning with delight.

   Rachel slid her foot over the tip of Owen's dick, feeling the sticky
pre-cum coating her toes before she worked the slimy mix against his shaft
with renewed vigor.  She felt every jump of his dick against her toes and
it left her feeling powerful, sexy, in control; even as she surrendered
herself to the onslaught the sensations drowning out her other senses.

   Owen pulled on Sarah's hair raising her head and causing Rachel's
glistening foot to slide from her mouth.  She was delirious, a glazed look
coating her eyes as she gave herself over entirely to his direction.  Her
hips rocked in the air as she fucked herself on a phantom intruder only she
could perceive.  Owen licked the side of her neck before kissing her,
dominating her mouth.

   Sarah moaned wantonly into the kiss as the rocking of her hips grew more
fevered.  Owen parted Rachel's thighs and pushed Sarah's face toward the
steadily dripping slit.  Sarah fought against the movement, pushing against
his hand as he moved her closer.  She could already taste the succulent mix
of Rachel and Owen's cum but she wanted him to work for it.

   He pushed a little harder and she resisted again.

   "You can't make me." She hissed through her teeth.  She smiled sweetly
before looking up into Rachel's eyes.  She moved her head closer, giving
herself over to Owen's strength.  Instead of licking as she so desperately
wanted to, she made a show of sniffing watching the way Rachel's mouth hung
open at the sight.  "Mmm, she smells good."

   Owen growled loudly as Sarah's hand rubbed his balls, his sack
tightening, threatening to explode with every light touch of her hand. 
Rachel's toes continued to flex and shift along the length of his shaft and
he closed his eyes prepared to give himself over to them.  He bit his cheek
until the pain renewed his control of himself.  He would always get his
orgasm, they would make sure of it.  He was determined to make sure they
had theirs as well.

   Sarah smiled thinking she had overpowered Owen with her cheeky
movements. A tremor wracked her as his grip in her hair strengthened and he
once more forced her forward.  She offered just enough resistance to make
it fun but in no time her lips were flush with the moist heat of Rachel's
freshly used pussy.  She surrendered and slid her tongue, slick with her
saliva over the silky skin tasting the salty sweet mix of Owen's sticky cum
and Rachel's delicate nectar.

   Owen's cock ached as he watched Sarah's head move vigorously between
Rachel's trembling legs.  Rachel's eyes were wide and near-panicked as
Sarah licked and slurped with greedy abandon.

   "F-f-Fuck!" Rachel moaned her toes clenching and releasing as she worked
her hips against Sarah's captive lips.  "Shit!  Owen!  Fuck!" She closed
her eyes and clenched her fists as she twisted in her seat.  "Owen." An
animal moan flowed from her throat.  "Fuck!  She has her tongue in me!"
Rachel bucked wildly.  "I can feel her moving it around." Her eyes shot
wide again.  "She's sucking on me, trying to get your cum.  Oh, oh, fuck!"

   Pre-cum flowed from the tip of Owen's cock in steady drops and Rachel's
frantic foot movements flicked the hot droplets dotting Sarah's back with
thick little spots.  His balls roiled at the scened he had found himself
within and he felt certain that he could not hold out for much longer if
things continued.  Suddenly Rachel's foot was gone as she wrapped her legs
around Sarah's head, her hands locking atop Owen's holding Sarah in place.

   "Fuck.  She.  Is.  A." Rachel's hips rocked up and down, her cum shiny
on Sarah's face.  "Tease." She screamed in frustration as Sarah giggled
darkly.  "Spank her!  Spank her Owen." Rachel's eyes pleaded with Owen. 
"Spank her hard until she makes me cum."

   Sarah purred against Rachel's clit and as a momentary silence settled
over the room she imagined that Rachel's eyes were closed as she absorbed
the feeling.  "Do it!" Sarah hissed against Rachel's cunt.  "Do it!  Spank
me, hard."

   Owen's hand slapped against Sarah's still-red ass.

   "Fuck!" She groaned.  "Harder."

   Owen slapped harder, his palm stinging as he made contact.

   "YESSSS!" Sarah moaned.  "Oh.  Yes.  More.  Harder!"

   Owen slapped her ass three more times, each harder than the last,
feeling his cock jump each time she screamed for more.

   Sarah returned her face to Rachel's slit and slurped the girl's clit
into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of nerves enjoying the
smell, the taste, and the sensation of Rachel's legs tightening around her,
holding her tighter.  She could feel her own orgasm rushing to crash upon
her and Owen's powerful smacks were speeding the pace.  She moaned deeply
as his hand clipped her throbbing lips and her legs began to shake beneath
her.

   Owen was breathing hard as he worked his arm, slicing through the air to
slap against Sarah's ass.  He could feel the splash of her juices each time
his hand caught her pussy and though he'd been afraid he might hurt her at
first, now he reveled with each of her squealing moans.  He began to aim
lower on purpose, letting her feel the burn within him with each collision
of his hand against her curvy ass.

   Sarah flicked her tongue like mad and was rewarded with a high-pitch
scream from Rachel as the girl's orgasm set her faucet to full blast. 
Sarah bathed her face in the spray, smiling as the fluid sprayed into her
mouth spilling over her chin.  She lost focus as Owen's hand hit her once
more and then she was screaming, begging.  At last.

   "Oh fuck, please, please.  Owen.  Shit.  Oh, oh, oh God!  Yes.  More. 
More.  Please.  Don't stop, don't stop.  Shitshitshitshit!  Fuck.  Yes. 
Yes." She looked over her shoulder as Owen continued to do as she asked. 
"That's it, fuck.  More.  Please.  Shit, I'm so close, so close." She
closed her eyes as her brows locked down, pain and pleasure clouding her
senses until she was no longer certain what she was saying.

   Owen felt like he was going to blow at any moment.  The sound of Sarah's
voice urging him on leaving him quaking next to her, his heart racing,
every urge screaming for him to mount her and cum into her, filling her wet
pussy with his hot cum.  He swung one final time, his hand smacking solidly
on her soaking labia.  That was all it took.

   Sarah screamed his name as her dam broke.  She gushed, her orgasm
pouring to the floor in a loud spray as she fell forward, her ass still
held high as she continued to cum.

   Owen locked everything down.  He didn't even breathe as he watched Sarah
cum harder than he'd ever seen.  He didn't move because he knew, given the
exquisite pain warping his mind and body, that any slight change would
force him over the edge.  He could only stare at Sarah.  Her arms had given
out on her and now she lie on the side of her face as her orgasm soaked the
floor, a dark stain swelling in size with every moment.

   "Fuck me, Owen." Sarah's voice was a whisper of need.

   He swallowed.  His mouth too dry to speak.

   "Please.  Fuck me.  Take me.  Cum inside of me." She reached back slowly
and spread her slick, red lips open for him." She looked up at him.  "This
is me begging, Owen.  Begging for you.  Please.  Please cum for me.  Let me
feel it.  I want it." She rubbed her clit.  "I need you.  I-"

   "Shhhhhh." Owen's breath shuddered through his lips as his big hands
clenched by his side.  "If you say anything else I'll cum before I can do
anything." After a few steadying breaths Owen hefted the length of his cock
and rubbed it between the thick lips of her sex.

   Sarah groaned as Owen pressed into her, the wet tunnel eagerly pulling
his cock deeper into her.  "Yesssssss." She put her head back on the floor.
"Fuck me.  Oh, GOD!  Just the feeling of you inside of me is driving me
wild." She rocked her hips against him.

   Owen's hands gripped Sarah's hips as he pulled back.  He hissed at the
tight, silky grip and the continuous flexing of her muscles around him. 
This was going to be over quick.  He slammed his cock into her, their skin
slapping together.

   Sarah screamed again, her cunt convulsing around him as he pulled back
again.  "Harder, faster."

   Owen held for a moment, his eyes closed for just a second.  He opened
his eyes and gave himself over to the rush, the sight, the smell, the raw
power coursing through his blood.  He pulled back, slammed home, pulled
back again, pushed himself into her harder.  With each slide out Sarah
would whimper before screaming in ecstasy as he pounded into her again.

   He moved faster.  Hard grunts scraping from his throat as he felt his
orgasm rage upon him.  It started as a tickle but that didn't last long. 
From one heartbeat to the next that tickle became a burn.  His whole body
quaked, his muscles tensed, and his balls were poised to release.

   Sarah was moaning but he couldn't make it out beyond noise, if there was
anything to make out.  He could feel his heartbeat like a countdown,
marking the moments left before he released his cum into her.

   10, 9, 8.

   He pounded into her harder, feeling her ass flex in his palms as he
drove his cock into her at a furious pace.  The beads of sweat on her back
made him thirsty and he went with the desire.  Arching over her, never
losing his rhythm, he licked his way up her spine, drinking the salty taste
of her.  He wrapped his arms under her chest lifting her up.  With his free
hand he moved her hair to the side.

   7, 6, 5.

   She was cumming for him.  He could feel the clench and release of her
orgasm milking his erection, begging for the release contained within him.
He felt her breasts heaving against his arm and he knew she was mewling for
him and he tingled all over as he raced toward the finale.

   4, 3, 2.

   The world spun for a moment and a new image danced in front of his eyes,
through his mind.  He saw Sarah, reddish blonde hair spilling over her
shoulders, naked on her knees in front of him.  She had him in her mouth,
working her head forward and back as she pulled at her own breasts.  His
eyes traveled her body until they landed upon the one thing that was
different from Sarah as he knew her.  Her belly was swollen in that
tell-tale way that could only be explained by one thing.

   1.

   He leaned forward and bit her on the back of her neck, his teeth holding
her but not hurting in the slightest.  He pounded forward one last time and
held his body locked against hers as his orgasm spilled his seed into her
ready and willing womb.  He jerked against her, the sight of her pregnant
belly still in his mind, driving him higher, his orgasm seemingly unending.
He came until he could feel it everywhere.

   His arms shook, his legs ached, his back arched, his teeth clenched, and
- to be honest - his ass hurt.  He had never before cum so hard that he
became aware of his prostate but he was pretty sure that's what this pain
was.  Still, he sprayed into her.

   He moaned with her and still she milked him and, God save him, he
supplied her.  He sprayed into her until there was nothing left.  He fell
out of her and landed on the ground beside her, too spent to even try to
catch himself.  His cock still stood proud, standing straight, kicking
hard.

   He shuddered on the ground, the sensations too much.  And still, the
image of Sarah, naked, pregnant, and kneeling before him, left him groaning
anew.

   Katerina blew gently on the toes held before her trying to get the nail
polish to dry quick and even.  After her shower with Rachel she had
returned to the bedroom and had found Jessica curled beneath the blankets.
It had only taken a few well-placed kisses to rouse the green-eyed beauty
and they had cuddled together eagerly.

   Though their bodies were flush and though they were still naked, neither
moved to seduce the other.  They held each other, hearts beating in a
similar rhythm, fingers intertwined, feet overlaying one another.

   Jessica had broken the silence.  "Is it strange that this feels so
good?"

   Katerina had been perplexed.  "What do you mean?"

   "Well, it just seems that this is too easy.  We are all here, all going
for the same guy, and yet, no one seems upset."

   Katerina kept her face turned away from Jessica.  "I guess it just
worked out well." The words were sour on her tongue and felt hollow to her
ears, but she knew she had to say them.  Otherwise...

   "If only you believed that." Jessica replied softly.

   "What?"

   "Don't think that just because you are facing away from me that that
means I don't know something is up." She pulled Kat tighter.  "Do you want
to talk about it?"

   Kat was quiet for a moment.  "We should do something special for Owen."
She said at last.

   "Subtle way to avoid my question."

   "I know, right?"

   Jessica rolled her green eyes, annoyed but making it a point to enjoy
every moment of holding her friend close.  "What'd you have in mind?"

   Katerina wiggled in bed, lost in thought, flexing her hands, shaking her
hips, moving her feet when the idea finally hit her.  "We should paint our
toes for him."

   "I just painted mine the other day." Jessica replied.

   "So.  It'll give us something to do.  We can take the paint off and put
on a new color."

   "I don't know." Jessica hedged, not wanting to move let alone let go of
her friend.

   "We can also give each other foot massages!" Katerina offered, her
fingers excitedly wiggling against Jessica's hands.

   Jessica laughed, a throaty giggle which left her feeling silly.  "Okay.
Okay.  Fine."

   Katerina purred and nuzzled her face against Jessica's, giving little
licks that caused Jessica to laugh again.

   "Better stop or I'm putting the tail back in."

   Katerina gave her one last lick before sitting up.  "Spoilsport."

   And that was how Katerina came to find herself blowing gently on
Jessica's freshly painted toes.

   "Kat?" A voice called from the doorway.

   "Meow." Kat replied on autopilot, too lost in her work to be caught up
in dark thoughts.  She turned her head to see who had called for her and
found Samantha, still naked, clasping her hands in front of her stomach.

   "Can we talk?"

   Katerina nodded her head.

   Samantha waited for Katerina to rise from the bed but when the other
girl made no move she prompted.  "Somewhere private?"

   Kat resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she blew one final time across
Jessica's nearly dry nails.  "Sure." She rose from her position, stretched
extending her arms behind her back thrusting her breasts forward as she
moved.

   Together they walked, small bare feet barely making a noise on the floor
as they moved.  Katerina noticed Samantha nervously chewing her lips, a
sight which left Kat's stomach sinking.  The guest bedroom was cooler than
the master bedroom and the colors seemed to scream Samantha's name. 
Katerina fought back against the roiling in her stomach but the pain
lingered.  Owen had designed this room for the blonde haired girl.

   For the longest time they stood in silence, neither making eye-contact,
barely making a sound at all.  As Katerina opened her mouth Samantha broke
the silence.

   "I don't know what to do." Her words came out in a rushed sob of
confusion.

   Katerina was stunned at the honesty, stunned that the catty conversation
she'd expected was not coming.  "What do you mean?" She took a tentative
step forward but stopped herself from gaining ground.

   "There are so many things going on right now, so many thoughts in my
mind and I don't know what to do." Samantha sat on the edge of the bed.

   Katerina moved to sit beside her and the close proximity relaxed the
sour twisting in her gut.  "What kind of thoughts?"

   Samantha turned her head away and covered her eyes with one hand.

   Katerina gently rested her hand on Sam's knee and prompted again.  "What
are you thinking about?"

   "I'm fighting really hard not to be jealous of everyone." Samantha's
voice was choked with unspilled tears and Katerina admired the girl's
strength.

   "Jealous of everyone?" Kat blinked, trying to understand.  She moved her
hand in a small circle on Samantha's knee oblivious to the light flutters
stirring within her.

   Samantha's hands tightened to fists at her sides, relaxed, tightened
again.  "You, Jessica, Rachel, and Sarah.  I'm jealous of each of you
because you have a lifetime of advantage over me when it comes to Owen."

   Katerina recoiled.  This was some of the material she'd been expecting
but the possessiveness she'd feared was not present.  She'd thought she
would be mad when the walls finally broke down but instead, she found
herself trying to comfort the girl she feared most of all.  "Why are you
jealous of us?"

   Samantha turned to face her and the welled up tears danced in her eyes
amplifying the color to a deep pool of heartbreaking beauty.  "What chance
do I have with the guy I love, when there are so many more wonderful
options?"

   Katerina blinked dumbfounded.  Blinked again.  Kept blinking trying to
make sense of the words her mind was assuring her she had heard.  "What?"
She stammered.  "You're jealous of us?" She furrowed her brow still
fighting for a grasp of understanding.  This was nothing she had expected.

   "Owen grew up with you, he grew up with all of you.  He's been there
through your hurts, your fights, and he has had years to fall in love with
each of you." The tears flowed now, but Samantha didn't acknowledge them.
"Compared to any one of you he has known me for no time at all."

   "But he loves you." Katerina tasted a hint of bitter ash on her tongue
as the words scorched past her lips.  Now her eyes threatened to leak and
she stood from the bed and stalked to the closet.  In the shadow thrown by
the lamp she could make out a thick, dark winter coat and she fingered the
pressed lapels.

   "He had sex with me.  But now, he is downstairs causing commotion with
Rachel and Sarah." She spit the words but the anger didn't touch her face.

   Katerina didn't know what to say.  There were solid points on both sides
even if only one side had been spoken aloud.  It was clear that Samantha
was giving herself to Owen without reservation and through her words, it
seemed, she felt that Owen was not so giving.  What Katerina also saw was
that they, collectively, had created a world in which Owen had been poked
and prodded to please them all and he had risen to the call.  "He loves
you." Katerina repeated.

   "How do you know?" Samantha's voice was raspy and low.

   "I-" she swallowed and re-started.  "I know because I see it."

   "See what?" Samantha's eyes had risen to meet Katerina's stare.  She was
pleading for proof, grasping for it, begging.

   "When I first realized that I was in love with Owen, I was much younger
than you'd expect.  He didn't begin as a fetish for me.  It wasn't
something I wanted because it was taboo." She gripped the coat in her hands
and brought the collar to her nose smelling the fading scent of Owen's
shampoo in the rough, woolen fabric.  "It was in his eyes."

   Samantha remained quiet.

   "The first time I fell off my bike, we were a mile from home.  We'd made
it to some suburban cul-de-sac and as we were turning everything slipped
out from under me and Bam." She made a motion like an explosion with her
hands.  "There was no reason for gravel to be anywhere around but I
remember the scrape bleeding and the little fragmented stones sticking in
my skin.  I started to cry."

   "Owen put you on his bike and took you home?" Samantha asked after
Katerina had fallen silent.

   "No." Katerina's brown hair flipped as she shook her head in affirmation
of her words.  "No.  He knelt down beside me, freed me from my bike, and
held me for a few moments until I calmed down." She breathed in the scent
of the coat once more before moving away from the closet.  "I was still
crying because it hurt but Owen didn't treat me like a baby.  He brushed
away the dirt and rocks and blew on my knee and palms."

   "Then," Kat continued, "he asked me if I knew why mom's kisses always
made things better.  It was such a strange question but I shook my head
because I didn't know.  He told me, 'It's because mom's kisses have magic
in them.  You're lucky,' he told me.  'Mom taught me how to use that same
magic.' Then he kissed my dirty, torn up, bleeding hands and knee."
Katerina smiled softly.  "It worked.  I felt better.  I felt invincible
with him around."

   "He stood up, held his hand out for me, and pulled me to my feet.  He
smiled, ruffled my hair, and we climbed back on our bikes and rode home. 
Before he turned away from me I thought I saw something I couldn't quite
understand.  I pedaled my bike, keeping up with him, because I needed to
see it over and over."

   "What was it?" Samantha asked in a hush.

   "His lips were tinted red with my blood." Kat shook her head.  "I
couldn't understand why he hadn't wiped it off in disgust but he wore it
with pride.  It was like he was telling me that no matter what, he would
accept me.  I almost fell off my bike when he licked his lips and this
wild, twisting, flexing tingle raced through the center of me like a
lightning bolt circling my stomach." Katerina looked at Samantha.  "That
one took me a while to figure out."

   Katerina's face tightened.  "So, when I say to you that I know he loves
you, it's because every look I want to see shining in his eyes for me is
focused on you." Now, her tears fell.

   Samantha chewed her lips once more.  She had been jealous of these women
because she was afraid of losing someone she valued.  Now, she knew that
each of them felt the same fear, the same jealousy.  This understanding
moved her in a way she'd never considered.  In the time of a breath she
found herself pulling Katerina into her arms unconcerned that they were
both naked.

   Katerina resisted the pull for a moment before relenting and wrapping
her arms around Sam.  The embrace was warm and tender and Katerina felt
herself submitting to the power.  Samantha smelled, to her, like cleansing
rain and flowers on a warm spring day.  Sam was a safe place to be
vulnerable.  They held each other until Kat's toes stung with cold and she
shivered against the blonde.

   "I know what you're afraid of, Katerina." Samantha whispered.  Katerina
tried to pull away again but Sam rubbed her back soothingly.  "You're
afraid that I'm going to steal Owen away from you.  That you'll lose his
love."

   Katerina shivered again but not from the cold.

   Samantha pulled her head away from Katerina's shoulder to look into the
girls' eyes.  "I would never take him from you."

   "You say that now-" Katerina started.

   "No.  I mean it." Samantha kissed Katerina's cheek.  "It may not always
be easy for me, but I can't keep the people who love him from him."

   "But I'll have to love him as a sister." Katerina looked down, dejected.

   "I didn't say that either." Now, Katerina looked up.  "It won't always
be easy, for any of us, but I see that my love for him doesn't supersede
the love that you have for him." Samantha kissed her other cheek.  "Or the
love that Rachel, Sarah, or Jessica have for him."

   Katerina felt Samantha's hands rubbing her back and the warmth was
welcomed in the room.  Samantha's kisses were warm on her skin and with
each movement the girl made Katerina could feel their bodies sliding
together.  She gasped as Samantha's hands dropped to the middle of her
back, the movement causing her nipples to glide roughly against Kat's.

   Kat didn't mean for it to happen, didn't know that she'd let her guard
down that much, but the throaty moan that passed over her lips could have
only one meaning.  There was no covering it up as anything other than a
plea for more attention.

   A strange thing happened...  Samantha moved her hands to Kat's lower
back again causing their nipples to grind together.  This time, Kat's moan
rippled like a purr and she let her eyes close for the briefest of moments.
She opened her eyes and felt that she should say something but didn't seem
to know how to form words anymore.  The foxy stare of those sky gray eyes
chased away the need to explain.  There was a seductive smile in those eyes
that stated Samantha was well aware of what she was doing...  And she
didn't plan on stopping.

   "Wha-" Katerina had to take a breath and swallow before she could
continue to speak, "what are you doing?" Her hips bucked of their own
accord and her hands snaked over Sam's shoulders.

   Samantha affected a coy smile and replied, "Isn't it obvious?"

   Katerina muffled her groan with the back of her hand as the tingling
between her legs intensified.  "I mean," she husked, "do you really know
what you are doing?" Her toes clenched and unclenched as she fought to stay
on her feet.

   "Uh-huh." Samantha replied easily.  "I'm going to make you purr."

   Katerina couldn't quite grasp the turn in the mood but the tension in
the air was sparking all around them proclaiming from the clock-tower that
a storm is coming.  She could feel the lips of her pussy pulsing with
lustful heat and a single line of heat on her left thigh told her of her
arousal leaking from between those lips.  She whimpered in confusion as her
body continued to respond.

   "See," Samantha's voice was breathy and hot on her skin as she all but
danced with Katerina in her arms, waxing and waning like a drunk trying to
stand, "you say you love Owen and it isn't about him being your brother. 
But, I know that plays in to it."

   "I do-" Katerina's reply was soft and pliant.

   "I know you love him.  I also know the thought of having your brother
rubbing his thick cock between your legs made you feel hot, dirty, and
wild. You thought it wasn't about the taboo but you loved knowing your
brother was fucking you.  Pounding your tight, sexy pussy.  And when he
came..."

   Katerina's knees buckled but she managed to hold herself up long enough
to regain her balance.

   "All you could think of was your brother spraying his cum,"

   A line of heat on her right thigh made Katerina groan.

   "thick, hot ropes,"

   She buckled again but Samantha held her up, moving her mouth closer,
hissing the words in Katerina's ear.

   "splashing inside you, filling your pussy to the brim, spilling over,
flowing from you,"

   Katerina dug her nails into Samantha's shoulders as her hips moved
seeking collision with something, anything.

   "as his dick kicked hard with each release.  And still..."

   Katerina's eyes pleaded but she knew Samantha wouldn't relent.

   "he kept..."

   Katerina shuddered feeling herself losing control.

   "right on pounding you.  You could hear it, you know?"

   Katerina's eyes were wide, more pleading than she had ever felt as she
silently screamed, begging for Samantha not to finish, not to push her over
the edge.

   "The liquid slosh and suck of him slamming his dick into your
overflowing pussy.  The mix of your cum and his splashing out with each
thrust."

   Katerina slid to her knees on the floor, thighs together, as the dam
within her broke.  She didn't orgasm and that had been Samantha's
intentions.  Instead, the blonde had managed to get her so worked up that
Katerina had soaked her thighs down to her knees.  She could feel the mix
clinging to her legs, could smell herself on the air, and knew that she
wouldn't leave this room until the demanding tingle aching within her was
satiated.

   Katerina, with gasping breaths, asked, "Why do you want to make me
purr?"

   Samantha leaned in and licked Katerina's pouty lips.  "Because, I liked
watching Owen fuck you." She pulled roughly at her nipples and shook from
the pleasure.  "I feel like I shouldn't have liked it.  That I should have
found it disgusting or wrong, but as he pumped into you, I came.  Wetter
than ever."

   Katerina smiled, feeling some of her worry dissipate.  "So, you aren't
going to take him away?"

   "No." Samantha replied instantly.

   "And this?"

   "This is about me.  If I fuck you, lick you, make you scream, then I
will worry less about you and Owen." Samantha explained easily.

   Katerina felt some of her composure return but the ache of her denied
orgasm lingered.  "So, your plan is to make me purr?"

   "Uh-huh." Samantha replied easily.

   "And," Katerina rose shakily to her feet, "how do you plan to do that?"

   "Well, step one was to get you as wet as possible." She sniffed the air
bringing a blush to Katerina's cheeks.  "That's definitely not my scent."

   "What's that supposed to mean?"

   Samantha kissed Katerina's cheek.  "It means my mouth is watering."

   Katerina swallowed again.  "That doesn't prove I'm wet."

   Samantha lowered her hand.  "You're right.  But I know a way to check."

   Katerina tried to keep her breathing even as Samantha's had traveled
between her breasts, down her stomach to the small area where her pubic
hair would have been.  With every inch those delicate fingers covered she
could feel a hard, thumping pulse in her core, crying out for more of the
contact.  With the tip of one finger Samantha touched the top of Katerina's
slit before making a tsking noise in her mouth and moving her hand to The
top of Katerina's thigh.

   Kat groaned, loud.  She couldn't fight it.  She had been holding herself
still, hoping the contact would come but Samantha wanted to tease her
further.

   "Oh." Samantha sighed passionately as she trailed her fingers through
the thick mess on Katerina's legs.  "Wow." Samantha's breathing increased,
she was swallowing and rasping as her fingers moved in wide swoops through
the cool wet release.

   Katerina blushed again.  "Is that good?"

   Samantha stopped moving.  "Good?" She whispered the word like it was
something she hadn't even considered.  She trailed her fingers down
farther. "My God!  It goes all the way to your knees."

   Katerina didn't know what to make of it.

   Samantha leaned down and quickly swiped her tongue along Katerina's leg
making the brunette jump.  She did it again, licking quickly, thick swipes
of her tongue which left Samantha groaning as she tasted.

   "Fuck." Katerina jumped as Samantha nipped her with her teeth before
sucking Katerina's thigh softly.

   "Sorry." Samantha was crouched beside Katerina and though they were
almost eye-to-eye Katerina felt a large shift in power.  Samantha seemed
feral, stalking like a feline who had found something tasty to devour. 
Katerina swallowed.

   Attempting to recover even footing she said, "Is that supposed to make
me purr?  You licking me feels nice, but..."

   "No." Samantha replied easily, licking her fingers without breaking
eye-contact.  She wanted Katerina to see what she was doing.  "No, it
wouldn't be that easy.  Owen has fucked you nice and hard and it will be
hard for me to compete with something you've always wanted on a purely
physical level.  I had to do some thinking to find my path."

   "Yeah?" Katerina tried not to look surprised that Samantha had already
considered the Owen factor.

   "Yep.  Which is what made me consider your words carefully."

   "And?" Katerina asked breathlessly.

   "And..." Samantha winked, sliding her hands behind Katerina's back to
weave into her hair.  She moved her mouth close to Katerina's ear.

   Katerina was beginning to like feeling like prey.  She usually didn't
allow herself to be the vulnerable one, unless she was with Rachel in
private, but she wanted to know where this would take her.  She could feel
the heat radiating from Samantha's skin and the scent of sex and Samantha's
natural scent mixed to her liking.

   "I think I just found out something about my 'big sister' that she would
hate for mom to know."

   Katerina's eyes slammed shut as she tried to fight her body's reaction
to the words.  She'd never told anyone, not even Rachel, that she had
fantasized about having a sister play with her.  "N-n-no." Katerina
whimpered but even she was unconvinced by the tone of her voice.  Nothing
like bucking hips and clenched toes to give you away.

   "Yes." Samantha hissed pulling lightly on Katerina's hair.  "Oh, yes.  I
know all my sister's nasty little secrets."

   Katerina shook her head lightly as Samantha trailed her tongue against
the side of Katerina's neck.

   "Yes." Samantha affirmed nodding her head.  "I thought it was different
that my 'big sister' would put her hand between her legs while she peed.  I
thought, 'maybe she is just not feeling well and it was an accident'."

   Katerina's hips rolled and her thighs were squeezed together trying to
get pressure where she so desperately needed it.

   "But your hand started to move.  I could hear the splash of your pee on
your skin but I didn't understand fully until I saw that telltale look on
your face.  The sweet twist of your mouth as that silent O formed.  You
shook like a flower in the breeze."

   "I also watched what you did that night."

   Katerina was losing herself to the story.  In her mind she registered
shame, for some reason, that her secret had been found out but in this
moment her need far outweighed the fear.

   "I had planned on scaring you so I hid in your closet." Samantha freed
one of her hands from Katerina's hair and began trailing her fingers in
patters over the girl's heaving chest, always heading lower.  "You took a
little while, probably playing again, and I found the pair of panties you'd
been wearing."

   Katerina's eyes locked on Samantha's, begging but she didn't know what
she wanted.

   "They were soaked and I would have been disgusted, but, what can I say,
I liked the way you smelled."

   "You smelled them?" Katerina asked shakily.  Resigning herself to play
the game she wanted.

   "Uh-huh." Samantha smile, moving to let her lips caress Katerina's.  "I
did something else, too." Samantha's voice dropped to a whisper.

   "What?" Katerina asked.

   "I pressed the lacy spot where your sweet pussy had to have rested..."

   "Yes?"

   "Right to my tongue and licked until I could no longer taste you."

   Katerina shook again as if she'd been struck by lightning.

   "I was so caught up in the taste that I didn't even hear you come back
into the room.  Lucky us." Samantha's hand had reached Katerina's stomach
and she lovingly traced simple shapes around Kat's navel, dropping low
before rising again.  "I watched as she pulled that t-shirt you sleep in
every night over your head.  I wasn't too shocked you were naked, you used
to sleep that way when we were kids."

   Samantha's fingers had reached Katerina's pubic mound and while the tip
of her middle finger rested motionless at the top of Katerina's slit, the
other digits moved in lazy lines while Samantha talked.

   "I expected you to get under the blankets but you didn't.  You rested
there, on your knees, before grabbing your pillow and sliding it between
your legs.  My mouth went dry as I watched you slowly rocking your hips and
rubbing your breasts, tossing your head, sucking on the tip of one finger.
I gotta say, I was ready to play at that point."

   "Did you?" Katerina whimpered.

   Samantha smiled and dropped her hand lower barely brushing her fingers
over the sensitive lips spread and begging between Kat's legs.

   "I could feel myself getting wet, soaking my own panties, as I watched
you pull at your nipples as your hips began to move faster.  You started
moaning quietly, flipping your hair as your rode yourself harder.  I
slipped my hand into my panties, feeling guilty but unable to stop."

   Katerina's hips shook spasmodically and she gave way to her desire. 
"Please, please, please, please." She quietly begged.

   Samantha smiled and lowered her hand, sliding her fingers between
Katerina's drenched lips.  At the contact Katerina made a sound of pain and
hunger.  She went supernaturally still, her breath locked in her chest like
she was afraid if she made a noise Samantha would change her mind. 
Samantha worked her fingers but she knew she wasn't giving Katerina
everything she wanted.

   "I felt bad because I liked the way you looked.  Your hips were rolling
and I could hear the little gasps as you fought against the wave washing
over you.  I slid my fingers between my lips, rubbing my clit to the same
pace my dirty sister worked herself on her pillow."

   Katerina worked her hips gently, testing the waters to see if Samantha
would allow the action.

   "I thought you would cum on your pillow but you stopped without anything
remotely like an orgasm.  I was disappointed until you moved to your back,
spreading your legs wide.  It felt like you knew I was watching and you
wanted me to see everything."

   "I watched you put your fingers in your slit and begin to rub yourself,
using your free hand to cover your mouth as your hips thrust up.  I could
hear how wet I was, the sound of my arousal sloshing inside of me, dripping
past my fingers onto my legs or into my panties."

   "I almost screamed for you when you arched off the bed, body tense, toes
splayed, biting on your fingers.  You looked so sexy." Samantha leaned in
and licked Katerina's nipples.  "My.  Big.  Sis." Samantha looked down. 
"Oh, my God!" She gasped.

   "What?" Katerina asked.

   "I can't believe I'm fingering my big sister." She put a finger to
Katerina's opening and giggled.  "Fuck!  Your sexy little pussy is trying
to pull my finger in deeper." She moved her finger a little more, easing it
just barely past the opening.  Her breathing quickened as she slowly raised
the digit to her mouth.  She didn't look at Katerina.  She put the tip in
her mouth.  She shook silently and took a deep breath.  "Fuck."

   Katerina whimpered again.  "Please." Samantha smiled and put her hand
back where it had been, her fingers teasing away as she spoke.

   "I didn't think I would have a shot at getting what I wanted.  Tasting
my sister, making her scream for me, feeling her against me.  But that
would never happen.  She wasn't like me.  At least, I didn't think so until
you collapsed back on the bed, spent, and whispered his name before going
to sleep." Samantha looked into Katerina's eyes as she pushed her finger in
deeper.  "That's when I came.  I thought I'd peed myself." Katerina bucked
against her hand.  "Someone likes that idea."

   "Imagine my surprise when I get home on the night that mom and dad are
out of town, walking toward the bathroom planning to take a shower, when
suddenly I hear pretty sultry, familiar moaning." Samantha worked her hand
faster feeling Katerina's orgasm building as sure as if it were her own.

   "I peek in the crack of the door of my brother's room expecting to find
my sister getting off on his bed, alone.  Instead, I see brother dearest
bent over my sexy sister, pounding away at her until he slams into her and
shudders.  I didn't need to see your dripping pussy to know what he came
inside of you."

   Katerina clenched her thighs against Samantha's hand a stream of quickly
said curse words passing her lips.  Samantha smiled imagining the look of
pure desperation to follow.

   "That's when I knew I had you." And with these words she pulled her hand
from Katerina's sex.

   Katerina's eyes flew wide, her legs scissored, and she reached for
Samantha's arms trying to pull the girl back.  "No.  Don't stop!" She
looked close to tears as Samantha stood up.  She held her hand out to help
Katerina to her feet.

   "I'm not done with you." Samantha promised, kissing Katerina fully on
the lips.  "I just don't want you to cum yet."

   Katerina took the offered hand.  "I don't know how much more of this I
can take." She complained.

   "Good." Samantha teased.  "I want you to cum hard when it's time." She
worked her knee between Kat's legs as she slid her tongue into Katerina's
mouth.  "Kat?"

   "Yes?" Katerina replied.

   "No, pretty kitty noises for your baby sister?"

   Katerina's breath heaved as she realized the game was still on.  "Meow."
She replied softly.

   Samantha giggled.  "Lie down." She gently pushed on Katerina's shoulder
smiling as the girl allowed herself to fall back onto the mattress. 
Samantha climbed onto the bed beside the brunette and swung her legs to
straddle Kat's midsection.

   "Now what?" Katerina asked in what she hoped was a seductive tone.

   "Just wait." Samantha said, closing her eyes.  "I've never done this
before and I want to get it right."

   Katerina submitted, thinking that sister Samantha must still be a
virgin. She waited as she was told, hoping that the game would continue
soon.  She jumped when the first splash of heat hit her.  A gasp escaping
her throat as shock and delight registered.  She propped herself up,
watching something she'd never thought she would see.

   Samantha kept her eyes closed and took a steadying breath as she held
herself, poised over Kat's stomach.  She exhaled slowly as the flow started
once more.

   Katerina moaned, unashamed as the hot spray coursed her skin, scorching
her in the most delightful way.  She knew, first hand how difficult it
could be to take a chance on something new, to put yourself out there for
another person with no idea of how it would end.  It had taken a lot for
Samantha to do this so Katerina let her enjoyment show.

   Samantha moved herself as she continued to pee, taking care to keep the
stream on Katerina as she moved lower.  She wanted Katerina to feel this as
intensely as possible and to her that meant only one thing.

   Katerina's hands latched on to Samantha's legs as the stream splashed
against her stomach before moving lower to run in tickling rivulets over
Katerina's clit and her lips.  It was a liquid fire kissing her skin,
baptizing her but leaving her unburnt.  She trembled more forcefully but
her orgasm remained just out of her reach.

   As the flow reduced to nothing but spare drops clinging to her skin,
Samantha didn't think of the messy bed choosing to focus on the ecstatic
smile curling the lips of the stunning brunette.  She looked down at
herself.  "It looks like little sis has made a mess." She gingerly touched
one of her droplet covered lips.  "I still have it on me." She looked at
her slick fingers.

   Katerina's eyes locked on the digits.  Samantha noticed.  Slowly those
fingers moved toward Katerina's lips and in the moment before contact was
made Katerina closed her eyes softly.

   Samantha was walking a super thin line.  Simultaneously engaging in
activities she'd never attempted before it was easy to say her heart was
hammering with more fear than excitement.  She wanted this to be enjoyable
for Katerina but she had no experience with role playing and no experience
with any pee play.  She hoped that her little sister persona was coming
across flirtatious but feared she was being mean.

   "Maybe I should wash my ha-"

   Katerina took the digits into her mouth and sucked greedily, moaning in
her throat at the acrid taste reveling in the joy of not feeling ashamed of
her desires.  Samantha had somehow managed to create a safe place for
Katerina to be herself.  Something she'd previously only been able to feel
with Rachel.

   Samantha left her fingers in Katerina's mouth her cheeks burning as her
core flittered from the feelings of that soft tongue fluttering.  "Do you
like that?" For some reason she was having trouble controlling the tone of
her voice.

   "Yes." Katerina replied speaking around the fingers in her mouth.

   "You're tongue tickl-"

   Katerina moved quickly, more quickly than Samantha anticipated.  The
fingers flashed from her mouth as she sat up and attacked Samantha's slit
with her mouth.  She sucked at the fleshy lips, her tongue sweeping
mercilessly over Samantha's pussy cleaning away any remaining drops of
their moment together.

   Samantha's moans bubbled in a stutter of stolen breaths and half-uttered
sounds as her body fell to the assault of Katerina's thirst.  She tried to
hold her composure but she'd never been devoured like this and her release
crashed down on her sweeping her into a land where coherent thought was not
required.  She screamed as her hands locked in Katerina's hair.

   Katerina didn't let her drop in a free-fall and Samantha returned to the
land of the conscious with the feather touches of Katerina's tongue dancing
softly against her clit, her warm breath the only blanket Samantha needed.

   "Mmmmm." Katerina moaned.  "Did my dirty little sister like that?"
Katerina's smile was a clear sign that she was having a great time.

   "That," Samantha breathed, "was amazing." She twirled her fingers in
Kat's hair.  "I hope I didn't come across as mean."

   "Not at all." Katerina kissed Samantha's wrist below her palm.  "Does
that question mean that we are done playing?"

   Samantha smile, flexing her legs against Kat's shoulders.  "Nope, just a
half-time check-in."

   "Good." Katerina replied.  For fun she flicked her tongue against
Samantha's still over-stimulated clit and giggled as the blonde jumped and
tried to push Kat's head away.

   "I didn't expect to cum like that."

   "I know!" Katerina clearly had enjoyed the experience.  "I almost came
with you."

   "You didn't?"

   Katerina shook her head.  "I guess I got caught up in watching you."
Katerina rolled her hips aggressively against the bed as a pained
expression caught her face.

   Samantha slipped back into her character.  "Are you okay, sis?"

   Katerina whimpered looking into Samantha's eyes.

   "It looks like you could use some attention." Samantha's tone dripped
like syrup.

   "Yes!" Katerina's moan was long and drawn out.

   It was the work of a moment to switch places and Samantha felt different
as she lay between Katerina's legs in the middle of a large wet spot she
had created.  She'd imagined that she would have found it at least a little
dirty, but knowing what it had meant to Katerina made the space feel almost
religious; a deeper connection that defied explanation.

   The sound of Katerina reacting to Samantha's tongue was pitch-perfect
mood music and Samantha made sure the tempo was right where it needed to
be. She could feel the wind-up of Katerina's body and she smiled knowing
she was the one responsible.  She upped the pace and felt tingles trail
down her back as Katerina's toes clenched against her butt.  The brunette
was close and the time had come.

   Samantha pulled her mouth away.

   "Don't stop!  No!" Katerina groaned clenching her thighs against
Samantha's head.

   "Mwheweffff." Samantha's voice was muffled, muted by Kat's thighs.

   Katerina released the girl to hear what she was saying.  Brilliant gray
eyes peered up at her from between her legs.

   "Purr for me." Samantha ordered with a smile.  She put her tongue back
to work not bothering to wait, she knew Katerina would give her what she
wanted.

   Katerina tilted her head back as her body raced once more for the edge.
She purred for all she was worth as Samantha's tongue swirled and flicked
with all Samantha could muster.  Katerina saw stars.

   Samantha smiled as those powerful legs clenched around her once more and
above it all she could just make out the sound of Katerina's rippling moan,
the most erotic purr she'd ever heard.

   Coasting Katerina down from her release Samantha had found that she was
capable of so much more than petty jealousy.  She'd found that she could
motivate herself through love and, with love, accomplish things she'd never
dreamed.  She emerged from between Katerina's legs, her face glistening and
sticky, with a smile she hoped to wear again and again.

   "I told you I would make you purr." She crawled up Katerina's body and
snuggled in close.

   "Thank you." Katerina whispered softly.

   A kiss on her shoulder was all the reply she needed.

   There was a soft knock on the door before it opened slowly.  Jessica
smiled at the entwined pair.  "Sounds like you guys had a good time."
Jessica pulled her lower lip between her teeth.  "Rachel and Sarah have put
Owen in the shower and they, and I, think that we have some things to
discuss before he gets out."

   Samantha and Katerina kissed, looked back to Jessica, and climbed from
the bed.



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