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After School Hookup Ch. 01

By: rockandroller



Alice longs to wear a plaid skirt, and Halloween is her chance...

*

I don't have to apologize, not one little bit. The fates themselves planted the seeds in my head and even though I didn't recognize them at the time there was no way for me to resist their eventual flowering. I do, however, remember the exact season they were sowed.

I was a little girl of five and it was the beginning of autumn. Looking out our bay window one morning I discovered that there were tiny groups of girls walking by our house. Girls in white cotton knee socks, white blouses and shiny black patent leather shoes with a little strap across the top. 

Most importantly to me, they were girls in plaid skirts.

I had no idea why those skirts intrigued me so, but I was enchanted. I liked the bright colors of the skirts, how they wrapped tightly around skinny waists, the way the motion of the legs under them caused them to swish softly to and fro. I was sure that if I ever got one I would have to learn how to walk a special way just to make them do that. 

Every day giggle after giggle of girls went by holding books in their crossed arms, their blue plaid skirts swaying gently as they sauntered by. And every day I went to sit in the bay window to watch.

Sometimes I even noticed that there were boys walking along in groups of their own. They seemed to spend a lot of time watching the girls in blue plaid skirts, like I did. If a girl caught any of them, the boy would pretend that he hadn't been looking at all. Then he might throw a rock or punch one of his friends in the arm as if that somehow meant he hadn't been looking. And every once in a while one of the boys would nudge his buddy and whisper in his ear. Then he would nod at the swishing skirt on the girl in front of him and they'd both laugh. Of course I had no idea what that was all about. I could tell that the girls noticed, but for some reason they mostly pretended that they didn't. 

But that stuff didn't really matter to me. What mattered was the pretty plaid skirts. Most girls my age dreamed of being princesses who wore long silky gowns in shiny colors and were named Ariel or Rose. But not me. I didn't want to be a silly old princess. I was proud of myself because my dreams were much more grown up than that. More realistic. What I wanted was to wear a plaid skirt. 

I knew that somehow if I could only put one on, then everyone would look at me and admire me and tell me how pretty I was. Of course I would pretend that I wasn't as pretty as all that, but deep in my heart I would know that all of the compliments were very true.

I wanted to be one of those girls so very badly. I wanted to wear a pretty plaid skirt and carry my books and walk down the street and have the boys look at me while I pretended I didn't notice.

"Where are they going?" I asked my big brother Evan, who happened to be looking out the window too as I watched them going by one spring morning. Evan was six years older than me and the font of all useful knowledge as far as I was concerned.

"Those girls? They're going to school. Pretty soon you'll be old enough to go to school yourself."

"Me? Really?"

"Really, Allison," he said, using my full name and patting me on the shoulder in that possessive big-brother way he sometimes had. "You'll have books and teachers, and they let you play on the playground. You'll really like it." It was reassuring to have a big brother who knew everything, and I couldn't wait to be old enough for school so I could wear a plaid skirt and black shoes and have the boys watch me as I walked. 

As my first day of school got closer, I grew more and more excited. I was going to put on my new plaid skirt and my patent leather shoes; I would wear my hair in pigtails and all of the boys walking behind me would look and all of the girls would be jealous with how pretty I was. I just knew it.

But nobody had thought to tell me that we weren't Catholic and that the school down the street wasn't the school I was going to. When the first day of school came Mom laid out my prettiest dress and told me to get ready for the big day. I burst into tears. 

"Why do I have to wear this?" I cried over and over. Mom had no idea why I was so upset, and no doubt thought my distress was somehow related to first day jitters -- her daughter fixating on the wrong thing because she couldn't articulate her real fear. Trying to keep me calm, she told me I could wear whatever I wanted. I couldn't understand why she was teasing me so. I ran to my room and pulled all of the clothes out of my drawers, looking for a new plaid skirt and new black patent leather shoes, but I couldn't find them.

Mom finally lost her patience and pulled me down into her lap. She asked me what exactly I was looking for. It took several tries to get the words past my tears and out of my mouth.

"My p-p-plaid skirt! And my black shoes! All the girls have them. That's what you're supposed to wear when you go to school." I could see the light bulb go off over her head as she realized my misunderstanding. She gathered me in her arms and soothed me, murmuring sympathetically in the perfect way that only mothers know how to do. She explained that those girls weren't as lucky as I was, and that I could wear whatever I wanted to my school. She tried to make it sound like my school was better than the one down the street, the one where all of the girls had to wear pretty plaid skirts that swayed when they walked.

"Sweetie, you'll like it much better at your school, I promise. Didn't you ever notice that all of the girls going to school down the street are lots older than you are? Your school is for little girls like you. Sally is going to your school, too, and she's your best friend. You wouldn't want her to have to go to school without you, would you?" Mom rubbed my back and whispered to me, just as if I really had a choice, "Will you do it for me?"

Miserably I caved in to her calm reassurances. I put on the dress she had laid out for me and went off to my first day at school. I even learned to like my public school, and as the years went by I gradually figured out that I really didn't mind not being Catholic at all. 

But I couldn't get the images of those schoolgirls out of my mind, and I never did stop wanting to be one of them.

* * * 

I stuffed the thoughts of plaid skirts and patent leather shoes away in the back of my mind where they could do no damage. Oh, I never forgot them. And as I grew older and began to learn a little about life I slowly came to recognize the undercurrents of sex that were inextricably tied to schoolgirls in uniform. But there was nothing I could do with my realizations. If you're not actually in a school where the girls wear uniforms you look kind of silly parading around in a plaid skirt and knee high socks. So I wore tight jeans and tops that showed my tummy and I kept that little fire banked in a far corner of my mind, ready to be fanned back to life when the right occasion arose, which it didn't do until high school.

Just after I turned eighteen, Jamie Nelson was throwing this big Halloween party and all of the cool kids were going. Sally and Hannah and I were at my house trying to decide what to wear. We weren't sure what we wanted to be, but the one thing we knew was that we wanted to go dressed alike.

"How about cheerleaders?" Sally said. 

"That's not bad," I said. "Short skirts. And the boys always drool over the cheerleaders. Look at how many guys are always drooling over Ella."

"No way!" said Hannah. "Ella and the squad were invited, and we don't want to look like we want to be one of them or anything."

"That's true," said Sally, sounding a little disappointed. Sally's attempt to join the squad had failed, and I figured that was the real reason she had made the suggestion.

"Hannah's right," I chimed in. "Those girls are too stuck up already. It wouldn't do at all to make them think we admire them or something. We need something different. Sexy, but not too slutty."

"Yeah," said Hannah. "We don't want to go as strippers or anything like that."

Sally laughed. "As if your dad would let you out of the house wearing stockings, heels and a feather boa." Hannah stuck her tongue out at Sally.

"I've got it!" said Hannah, clapping her hands in delight. "What if I went as a dead bride, and you two could be my dead bridesmaids?" 

Sally and I looked at each other and giggled. "Not bad," I said. "But doesn't the thought of standing next to a bride make a boy nervous?"

"Oh, come on," Sally said. "They'll like thinking that they're going to get lucky without actually having to get married. And I don't think anyone else will think of it. I kinda like that idea."

We all thought for a minute or two, picturing ourselves dressed in white gowns.

Sally said, "What if we went as sexy witches? We could wear black stockings and short skirts and pointy hats. Maybe I could even take Teeka with me!" Teeka was Sally's pride and joy, her little black cat.

"There's no way Teeka would put up with being carried around in a stranger's house all night," I said. "Besides, don't you think the whole witch thing has been overdone? Remember how many there were last year?"

"Yeah," said Hannah. "Elsa was one."

"And Hailey and Abigail," said Sally.

"Abigail," I said. "Really?"

"Yep. Remember? She had that stuffed cat puppet that she carried in her arms all night?"

"Oh, yeah." I said. "So that's no good. We need something that hasn't been done to death."

"Well, what's your big idea?" said Sally. 

As I said, I had kept the idea tucked way far away in the back of my mind. So far away that I was surprised myself when it suddenly bloomed in front of me.

"How about schoolgirls?" I said. "We could wear plaid skirts and white knee socks, and patent leather shoes. It'd be sexy, and it wouldn't even cost too much."

"Sexy?" said Hannah. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, she's not!" said Sally, clapping her hands in glee. "It's perfect! Boys all drool over those Catholic schoolgirl outfits. Haven't you ever seen them watching the girls walking to St. Joseph's?"

"Listen to her," I said. "Boys love girls in schoolgirl outfits. Especially if they aren't used to seeing them like that. Besides, your dad won't accuse you of looking too sexy. How slutty can it be if every Catholic schoolgirl in town is dressed the same way?"

And the decision was made.

We went shopping at Park Hills Mall and I was surprised at how many different plaid skirts there were to choose from. Blues and pinks, grays and reds. There were all different lengths, too. We finally settled on a baby blue plaid, a color that really brought out the color of Sally's eyes. The socks were no problem, and neither was the blouse. In order to save money we passed on the black leather shoes, and instead we bought matching tennies.

The night of the party I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the short skirt over my legs. It felt so right -- an unfilled and all but forgotten promise to myself from childhood finally coming true, as if my life had been pale and dreary until my skinny waist was wrapped in plaid. I looked innocent and sexy all at once, and I just knew the boys at the party were going to go crazy. Just for fun I popped my thumb in my mouth and pouted, and I had to giggle at how dirty and silly I felt.

There was no reason at all to let our parents know that we were going to a party in sexy outfits, but we had a plan for that. I started out by tousling my hair. Then I got out the makeup I'd bought and pancaked my whole face and neck in a ghostly pallor. I applied too much mascara, the non-waterproof kind, so when I splashed some water on my eyes it ran down my cheeks. For the piece de resistance, I attached a fake bullet hole to my forehead. I added some blood red gel which I let drool down over my eye and onto my cheek. I have to admit, it all looked pretty gruesome. And far, far from sexy.

I heard Sally and Hannah arrive, and I ran downstairs to find them waiting for me. They looked amazing -- innocent schoolgirls who had been mercilessly slain on their way to school. The crisp clean plaid skirts and white stockings contrasting sickeningly with the blood and gore they had applied to their faces. We congratulated ourselves and went to find Mom and Dad, who thought we were suitably teenager-y and scary. 

"But what are you supposed to be?" Dad asked.

"Murdered schoolgirls!" I said, and we all giggled with how silly we were being.

Mom and Dad laughed and had us pose for pictures, making dead schoolgirl faces. And non-the-wiser to our true purpose, they waved us goodbye.

Once we pulled away from the house in Hannah's car, the washcloths came out and we scrubbed our faces clean. On the drive over to Jamie's we applied our real makeup -- a hint of rouge to suggest a pre-teenager's cheeks, a chaste shade of pink lipstick and mascara and liner carefully applied to give us a wide-eyed look. We brushed our hair and braided it into pigtails to add to the illusion of innocent ingénues.

Hannah went the extra step and put a big blue bow on top of her hair. "To tell us apart," she laughed.

After we stopped giggling, Sally showed us her accessory -- a pair of reading glasses that she'd borrowed from her mom's night table. "There," she said, putting them on, batting her eyes and forming a moue with her pink lips. "Do I look suitably brainy?" 

We laughed and told her that yes, she looked very brainy. And we reassured each other that there was no way we couldn't have any boy we wanted.

None of us imagined how successful we'd be.

I swear, everyone stopped what they were doing when we walked in just so they could look. I have to admit, amongst all of the witches and farm girls and princesses we did stand out. And just why is it that boys always dress up in something bloody, anyhow?

Jamie's parents were cool, even though they made sure everyone stayed together so they could keep an eye on us during the party. They had set up a table full of munchies and punch with corny names like 'Crushed Crickets' and 'Troll Blood.' We wandered through the house, saying 'hi' to everyone before we settled into a spot near the kitchen counter. Pretty soon we had a bunch of boys around us, vying for attention. 

Sally and Hannah and I stuck together to enhance the illusion -- after all, schoolgirls come in groups, right? It also helped us watch each others' backs. We fielded so many compliments that it was just easier to keep our panties on and the boys' hands off if we guarded each other.

Not that we were perfect little girls, though. There wasn't a moment that there weren't a few boys around us, and there was almost always a hand to be slapped away from caressing a plaid skirt or trying to feel a bra strap through a white blouse. Of course we always stopped the exploring hands just a few seconds later than we could have. But I couldn't believe all of the attention! Boys who'd never given us the time of day before were suddenly interested in us; talking to us and trying to paw us even though we were the same three girls who were relegated to background status when we were at school. 

The only difference was the plaid skirts.

Hannah let Matt Martin monopolize her company. He was big enough to discourage the other boys from getting too close to her. And I got my first kiss ever that night from Johnny Stafford, who had never paid me any attention before at all. 

But the strumpet of the night award went to Sally. She took to her part a little too well, pretending that she was a little girl by keeping her thumb in her mouth and talking with a lisp. It drove the boys crazy.

Tyler Pasder never strayed from her side and somehow managed to be touching her almost constantly, his hands roving up and down her back, getting too low until Hannah or I would notice and slap them away.

Kidding, he asked Sally what she wore under her skirt.

"Pan-ties," she said, drawing the word out in the innocent lisp of a five-year old.

"Can I see them?" Tyler asked, drawing his fingers up her arm as if he didn't really care about her answer.

"Mommy wouldn't like it if I showed you," she said, shaking her head from side to side.

"Please? I won't tell."

"Nope."

"Pretty please? It'll make me sad if you don't." Tyler stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout, which looked pretty comical coming from a guy in a Boba Fett costume.

Sally pretended to think about it. "Well, OK." She took a quick look around to see if Jamie's parents were watching, and then before anyone could stop her she bent over and flipped up her skirt, showing that she was indeed wearing white cotton panties. The boys all cheered and Sally stood back up and put her thumb in her mouth.

"Did I do all right?" she whispered in her baby girl voice.

The boys allowed that she had done just fine and Sally beamed a thousand watt smile at them. Then of course, they wanted to see some more. Sally's refusals kept them pleading for the rest of the party.

I didn't lose my virginity that night, but Hannah may have. I've never asked and she never told. To my relief Sally stopped acting like a little girl the moment we left the party and never acted that way again. 

My lesson from the Halloween party was something very powerful, something that I'd always suspected but never known for sure. A short plaid skirt gives a girl lots of power when it comes to boys.

Next: Alice is surprised to learn who shares her desire...

After School Hookup Ch. 02



I still didn't get many chances to use my newfound knowledge of the power of a plaid skirt because there just weren't that many opportunities to dress up like a school girl. I went through high school with my lesson cemented firmly in my mind but with no opportunities to apply it.

After I graduated from high school I decided to drive up to Evan's college, anxious to tell him I'd been accepted there and to have him show me around. I knew he'd be happy we'd both be attending the same school for one term before he graduated. Evan's effortless intelligence and hard work had allowed him to get his degrees almost two years ahead of time. He was only a couple of classes away from his masters in education, and because of his GPA and his early graduation he was already turning down job offers. I was so proud of him, and I couldn't wait to make him proud of me too.

After I got lost a few times on the campus I managed to find his student housing building -- a ruddy orange brick one that was like way old, maybe 30 years. It was one of several buildings on campus where active students who were no longer allowed a room in the dorms could rent apartments that weren't really any bigger than the dorms. I found my way up to his room and immediately paid the price for my surprise visit when Evan's roommate Todd said that he wasn't there.

Todd was a big lumbering guy, and he was kind of cute. He must have had a girlfriend, because there was no sign of flirting when he talked to me, even though I had dressed kind of sexy for my first visit to college. "I think Evan'll be back in a little while," he said. "You're welcome to wait here, but I've got to go to class, so I can't stay. Big test." And he took his pack and walked out the door.

I quickly decided there wasn't much to the apartment, which catered exclusively to the transient student population. A couple of beds and desks, and a tiny kitchen. There was a short hallway that led to the bathroom. The place was all strewn with boy-detritus of clothes, fast food boxes and tons of empty cans of energy drinks, pop and even beer.

Bored, I casually rifled through some papers on the desk and a few of the books laying around. There wasn't anything very interesting, but I did decide that I was glad that I wasn't going to be studying education.

I could tell which desk was Evan's by the family pictures on it. His computer beckoned, and figuring that it was a little sister's prerogative to snoop on her brother I sat down at the cheesy wooden table.

At first I didn't find anything interesting -- a file of the papers he'd written and some dumb computer game called World of Warcraft that he'd been playing. His tunes. I killed some time looking at my email, and then decided that while I was there I'd see what Evan's favorite websites were.

Most of it was junk. But in a folder cunningly labeled 'fun stuff' I learned the unadulterated truth: blood is thicker than water, siblings share the same secrets, and Evan was truly my very own big brother. 

Every website in his folder, every picture, every video showed young girls having sex in every way imaginable. But that wasn't the surprise. I knew that most boys used the internet to look at naked girls. 

The surprise was that every single girl wore a plaid skirt. 

Plaid skirts short and long, plaid skirts in all kinds of colors, plaid skirts thrown to the floor in haste, plaid skirts pushed out of the way so girls could be fucked, plaid skirts wrapped around big cocks spurting sperm. An army of faceless men sucked, licked and fucked their way through an endless supply of willing plaid-skirted schoolgirls. I couldn't have been more stunned as Evan's secret desires were revealed to me one skirt at a time. 

I clicked my way through his porn sites, unwilling to believe what I was seeing. I mean, I had known ever since the Halloween party when I was sixteen that there was power to be had there, that girls in plaid skirts were somehow more desirable, more alluring. But I'd had no idea of how popular my little weakness was, how many thousands of girls there were who thought the same way I did and had carried their knowledge to its ultimate conclusion.

And I sure as hell hadn't known that the secret enticements of plaid skirts had captured my own big brother.

Looking through his websites I started to get wet.

There were girls with warm sperm splashed all over their sexy schoolgirl glasses. Girls in pigtails staying after class, letting the teacher fuck them on his desk so they'd get an 'A' in biology. Girls on school security cameras, lifting their plaid skirts in the hallway so their boyfriends could fuck them from behind. Girls bent over the principals' desk, their skirts lifted and their panties pulled down so their bare bottoms could be spanked pink. Girls sitting on the concrete steps in front of school, lifting their skirts and spreading their legs so they could masturbate for the camera. It went on and on, and endless variety of wet schoolgirls demonstrating the irresistible sway of knee-high socks and plaid skirts by submitting to the men who wanted them.

My hand strayed between my legs and a delightful shudder wiggled through me as I stared in awe at all of the hard cocks having their way with teenage girls. I wanted to be one of those girls, ravaged by a man who couldn't resist my plaid skirt. I got lost in the fictional world in front of me, a world that I knew had its basis in real girls, real skirts, real cocks. I rubbed my hand up and down, pressing the seam of my jeans into my slit and wondering if I dared chance masturbating before Evan got back. 

I was amazed that there were no other types of porn on his computer. No sluts or secretaries, no cheating housewives or girls in silky lingerie. Just schoolgirls. Girls short and tall, plain and pretty, blonde and brunette. The only thing that linked them all were their plaid skirts a willingness to use them for sex. Evan's secret desires were the male equivalent of my own, and that knowledge sent a delicious tingle straight to pussy. Not that I'd ever act on it or anything. I mean, Evan was a really smart guy and very handsome, a real catch for any girl. But that didn't matter because girls just don't go around lusting after their big brothers. Still, knowing that we both shared a secret fetish for plaid skirts, knee-high socks and cotton panties made me feel closer to him than I ever did before.

I could picture Evan sitting right here in this chair, looking at these same schoolgirls and masturbating, his cock hard and wet in his hand until it splurted sperm all over the place. And the thought of It was more than a girl could stand. Suddenly the decision was made, and I couldn't wait a second more. I quickly unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them. They were tight enough that I had to wiggle my bottom and push them down a little before I could slide my hand inside my panties.

When my fingers touched my clit a low moan escaped my lips. I clicked on a video to watch while I slid my finger up and down my slit. It felt like forever since I had done myself and pussy welcomed the attention with a happy spasm of relief. I settled into rhythm while I watched the video, sliding my fingers up and down my wet slit and rubbing little circles around my clit where it did the most good. 

It was obvious the video had been shot on a cheap set made up to look like a classroom. A girl in pigtails and a green plaid skirt bent over and put her hands on the chalkboard tray so she could show her white cotton panties off to her 'teacher.' He said, "You must really want an 'A,' Miss Granger." She bit her thumb and nodded. Then she reached behind and pushed her panties down to her knees, baring her bottom for teacher. He took out his cock, which was already long and stiff. I rubbed myself faster, as anxious as Miss Granger for him to slide it into her. My breath started coming in the little fits and spurts that always preceded one of my self-induced orgasms. 

Then I froze. I thought I could hear someone coming, and I turned the sound off the computer so I could tell for sure.

It wasn't my imagination. Someone was turning the handle on the front door. I hadn't locked it, and I was going to get caught with my jeans unsnapped and my hand massaging pussy. Trying my best to be quiet I jumped up from the chair and quickly ran into the little hall that led to the bathroom. I had to hold up my jeans to keep them from falling down.

I made it just before the door slammed open. Now that I was safely around the corner I tried to zip up my jeans. I fumbled with the zipper, but I seemed to have lost my coordination in the fear of almost getting caught. It didn't help any that my fingers were slippery with girl juice. Whispery noises drifted to my ears while I tried to compose myself so I could act like I'd just been in the bathroom. I finally got the zipper up and peered around the corner while I snapped my jeans. 

Evan was being tumbled onto his bed by a cute girl with short blonde hair. She had on a t-shirt and a plain black skirt that came down past her knees. It didn't do much for her figure. Neither did her clunky shoes. She and Evan were frantically kissing, and it was apparent that they'd been hard at it before they slammed into the room. They had dropped their backpacks in an untidy pile on the floor by the bed. I waited a few seconds for them to stop so I could make my entrance, but she practically ripped open Evan's shorts and got his dick pulled out before I realized how far they were going to go, and then it was too late. Blondie started stroking his cock with her petite hand, and I couldn't very well walk into the room while he was oozing pre-cum onto his girlfriend's fingers.

I didn't have to watch, though. Embarrassed and wondering just how I'd gotten myself into this position I withdrew into the hallway. I should have retreated to the safety of the bathroom and waited, but my head was full of images of big cocks and schoolgirl sex, and pussy was all squishy and needy. It was too much to ask that I show proper restraint and turn away, truly it was. Even if it was my big brother. I'd never watched someone having sex for real, and it was more temptation than any horny girl could resist.

I held my breath and peered around the corner.

Blondie's knees were spread on either side of Evan's legs, straddling him as he lay on the bed. She greedily stuffed her mouth full of his thick wet dick. Her head bobbed up and down and Evan's hands gently cradled her face, his eyes closed in mute ecstasy while she murmured little noises of satisfaction. My breath caught in my throat when I realized how large he was and how hard pussy was trembling for attention.

His panting was so ragged and loud that I could hear it across the room. Blondie took her mouth off him long enough to whisper, "You like that, don't you?" She obviously didn't expect an answer because she immediately drew him into her throat again. It was like watching a sword-swallower. She opened wide and slurped him into her mouth, and I could see her throat rippling as his cock slid inside.

I'd never known you could put one so far into your mouth, and I wished I knew how to do that. A delicious shudder ran up my back and I took a deep breath, but it didn't slow the burning need between my legs.

There was enough blame to go around. Evan, Blondie, all of the damned porn on the computer. Hell, even the girl who wore the green plaid skirt carried a share of the responsibility. It was because of them that I was standing there horny and jealous and frustrated and guilty. But no matter where the need came from, there was only one way to assuage it. And ironically enough I knew that I was less likely to get caught while I could see that Evan and Blondie were otherwise occupied.

I unfastened my jeans again. I slid my fingers between my legs and tickled my clit through my panties. It made my breath catch, and I was glad they were so involved in their passionate fuck that they couldn't hear me.

Blondie got up on her knees, pulling her black skirt up so she could position her crotch right above Evan's naked dick. She lifted her skirt out of the way so she could reach under it and push her panties aside. She'd worked hard and fast to get him sufficiently primed, and now she was in a hurry to have him inside her. My big brother was staring between her legs as if he'd never seen a pussy before. She took his dick in her hand and caressed it before she lowered herself, skewering her ready slit on Evan's need.

They both gasped and Blondie put her hands on his chest, watching his eyes while she began to furiously bounce up and down. She wasn't above taking her own pleasure, but this fuck was his. They were way noisier than I would have imagined -- there was a gooey sucking sound with every pump and a squishy liquid splat every time her pussy slapped the base of his cock; wet noises which added to the sounds of their panting and moaning. They seemed loud enough that they must have been heard in the next apartment, and I wondered how any college kid ever got any studying done. 

I moved my fingers in time to Blondie's humping -- every time she came down on Evan's dick I rubbed a little quicker. This was no time for a gentle teasing orgasm for either Blondie or me. The tremors between my legs gathered for a quick ride to heaven, and I gritted my teeth together so I wouldn't cry out.

Suddenly Evan moaned and pulled Blondie down hard on his dick with his hands on her waist. She buried her face in his shoulder and curled up into a ball. Evan came inside her, straining so hard to bury himself deep in her pussy that she was lifted from the bed. 

I was so close to cumming that I couldn't stand it, but I couldn't manage to push myself over the edge. It had all just happened too fast. And now that they weren't frantically kissing and fucking it suddenly seemed too quiet. Their after sex cuddling wasn't making enough noise to cover the sound of my almost-there panting. I leaned back into the hall, swallowed hard and closed my eyes, but I didn't stop masturbating altogether. I tickled my slit lightly to let her down slowly, promising her that this was just a tease on the way to a good cum when I wasn't in a doorway hiding from my brother and his lover. 

When I peeked around the corner again they were right where I'd left them -- Blondie curled up in a post-cum ball on top of Evan's dick. They were both still dressed except for the important parts. Her skirt was pushed up high around her thighs, her legs bare except for her clunky shoes. Blondie sat up and closed her eyes. She stretched while Evan rubbed her back through her t-shirt.

"Was that good, baby?" she asked, quite pleased with her quickie.

"Mmmm," Evan purred, still stroking her back lightly, his energy all spent inside his cute little blonde lover. 

He was about to drift off to sleep. But then it happened. Blondie's eyes landed on his computer screen, which was silently replaying the video I'd been watching. The schoolgirl in the green plaid skirt was on her back on the desk, her skirt flapping around her bare legs while her naked teacher fucked her bald slit silly.

Blondie sat upright, her temper showing in her posture as well as her eyes.

"Evan! I thought you weren't going to look at this stuff any more!" Her jaw was set in anger and her eyes were on fire with indignation, which must be hard to do when your pussy is dripping sperm onto your lover's dick. He twisted so he could look up over his shoulder to see what she was yelling about. The look in his eyes was more fatal resignation than surprise. The girl in the plaid skirt dropped to her knees in front of her teacher and opened her mouth wide.

"Dammit!" Blondie said, slapping Evan hard on the shoulder. She lifted herself off of him and stood up, furiously reaching beneath her skirt to tug her panties back into place. Evan sat up, his thick dick wilting tiredly in his lap.

"That stuff is just sick," Blondie said. "I don't know why you think plaid skirts and schoolgirls are so hot. I told you I am NOT going to wear one of those, and I told you what would happen to us if you didn't stop looking at that disgusting stuff online."

"C'mon, Kelsey. It doesn't mean anything." His voice was bored and tired, as if this argument had been had before and he didn't want to put any energy into having it again. He tucked his spent manhood back into his shorts and zipped them up. "Schoolgirls are just hot."

"What are you?" she said. "Some kind of pervert? I mean, why are you always looking at some bimbo in a plaid skirt doing it? Don't you think I'm enough for you?" 

"C'mon, baby. Of course you are. Why are you always getting so upset? I've told you it doesn't mean anything. What difference does it make to you what you're wearing if It's something I like?"

Kelsey wasn't mollified by his argument, or lack thereof. She folded her arms in a huff and nodded fiercely at the computer screen. "I suppose you want to do that, too."

The schoolgirl on the video was smiling brightly, on her knees in front of her teacher. She stuck her tongue out to catch the sperm shooting from his cock. She let the pearlescent blobs drool from her mouth to land on her green plaid skirt. The sight of sperm on a plaid skirt was almost enough to make me cum just standing there.

Evan's eyes were drawn to the screen, as captivated by the sight as his little sister was. The schoolgirl closed her eyes, licked her lips clean and swallowed. The taste made her smile, a hundred-watt grin that announced that all of her girly desires had been satisfied. She waved bye at the camera, and the video started over.

Evan's couldn't stop watching. I recognized the misery on his face, even if Kelsey didn't. He could see just what he wanted -- it was right there on the screen in front of him. And the fact that his lover dismissed his desires so thoroughly left him totally hopeless. His voice was soft when he answered Kelsey, and it made me angry with her to see him this close to out-and-out begging. 

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try it once, would it?"

"You're disgusting, and I'm going home." Kelsey said, her voice colder than a bug on ice. She was in such a huff that I expected her to stamp her clunky-shoed foot. Instead she grabbed her pack and turned and left the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Evan jumped up from the bed and chased after her, letting the door latch behind him.

"Aww, Kelsey, c'mon!" he said, his voice fading as he trailed her down the hallway.

God. Not only did my big brother have a serious jones for a schoolgirl in a plaid skirt, but his girlfriend wouldn't even wear one for him. Bitch.

I came out from hiding, my plan to talk to Evan in tatters. There was no way for me to have a conversation with him now, not while my poor brain was so swamped with pictures of his huge cock sliding in and out of Kelsey while he pretended she was a plaid-skirted schoolgirl. Jeez.

As I stepped near the center of the room I couldn't help but stare at the running video. Miss Granger's skirt was up and her panties were down. She was bent over the chalkboard, holding on tightly so that she wouldn't fall while her teacher pounded his cock into her from behind. Her pigtails bounced in time to his thrusts, and even though the computer's sound was still off I could tell she was moaning in pleasure.

My legs got weak and I had to sit down again. I felt kind of ashamed that I was just as entranced by the video as my big brother had been, and I knew that I should just get up and leave. But that knowledge didn't quench the pounding need between my legs. Pussy was begging me to finish what I had started, and I knew that when she got like this no promises of 'later' were going to appease her. Watching Evan have sex after I'd been masturbating to a video of a girl living my fantasy left me so needy that I almost didn't care about the consequences, and I decided to polish myself off as quickly as I could.




After School Hookup Ch. 02



But I wasn't going to make the same mistake I had before. 

I walked trotted over to the door and locked it. Quickly, because I didn't want to miss any of the girl in the plaid skirt earning her 'A.' I figured that at the very least I'd bought myself some time if Evan came back before I finished. Not that I thought it was going to take long. By the time I got back to the desk I had kicked off my shoes, my jeans and my panties. Hey, if you're going to go all the way, you might as well go all the way.

I settled into Evan's chair and put my feet up on the edge of his desk. I felt so dirty sitting in a room that wasn't mine, wearing nothing but a lacy shirt and white socks, my legs spread and pussy all shiny and wet. Masturbating was something that was supposed to be done at home, in bed, under the covers.

I spread my feet apart, sliding my white socks along the edge of the desk. I had to push an empty Full Throttle can out of the way to get my legs as far apart as I wanted them. The light from the computer shone on my glistening pussy, making me feel like I was offering myself to the video. I guess, in a way, I was.

I left pussy to her own devices for a second while I turned up the sound. Miss Granger was leaning back against the desk, her legs spread as far apart as she could get them and still have her feet on the ground. She lifted her skirt out of the way so that the teacher could step between her legs, his anxious cock poking out and searching for her pussy.

"Oh, Mr. Peters! It's so big!" she said.

"Yes, Miss Granger. Can you spell 'humongous?'"

With those corny words Mr. Peters slid into her again, effectively canceling any hope of an answer as Miss Granger gasped in pleasure. She wiggled her pussy, urging the intruding cock further into her. I slipped two fingers inside my slick hole. My whole body twitched, and I started to fuck myself rhythmically. I spread my girl cum all over, even smearing it on my thighs and tummy. Pussy was very grateful. I was being so fucking decadent, but there was nothing else I could do while I was in the thrall of a video plaid skirt and a real hard cock.

I had to slow down a little towards the end of the video -- I wanted to cum at the same time that Mr. Peters did so I could imagine he was cumming in my mouth too. You know how you can sometimes cum too fast, too hard? The deliberate pace forced on me by the video drew out the tension perfectly, and I knew I was going to have a killer orgasm.

Mr. Peters drew himself from his student. Miss Granger was obviously a fast learner because she immediately slid to the floor, opening her jaws wide so her teacher could finish himself off in her mouth. Mr. Peters continued his teaching to the girl on her knees in front of him.

"You must always keep stroking while it's cumming, Miss Granger. Let me show you." He took his cock in his hand and began frantically stroking it.

I don't know how most girls do it, but the best way for me to cum wasn't with my fingers inside me. I knew from countless hours of practicing that light fast friction in the right spot just above my clit was what got me off. I flipped my fingertips back and forth in a blur, barely grazing my skin and frantically splashing tiny droplets of warm juice onto my inner thighs.

There'd been too much sex all around -- all of the computer images of girls in plaid skirts, my earlier masturbation, watching Kelsey and Evan having a quickie on his bed, Mr. Peters and Miss Granger playing schoolgirl and teacher on the video. It all was playing havoc with my slit, causing my need to swell almost exponentially. I was sure I was going to cum so hard I'd just pass out and they'd find me naked and unconscious at Evan's desk with my fingers up my slit and a smile on my face. But I didn't even care.

My thighs tensed, urging the cum to materialize from deep inside me. Through barely open eyes I saw Mr. Peters' dick start to splurt gooey sperm onto Miss Granger's tongue. It immediately slid out of her wide open mouth to splash down on her short plaid skirt. 

With a rush I closed my eyes and came gratefully.

I swear I was twitching from top to toe, every bit of me except for my center, which didn't want to move a millimeter around my fingers as long as they were giving her those scrumptious sensations of a spur-of-the-moment trip to heaven. It was hard and fast, and I was both grateful and relieved when I started to come down pretty quickly. I new that I'd just bought myself a little respite, and I was going to have to do it again properly when I got home.

In one of my post-cum throes I accidentally kicked the pile of pop cans on the desk, causing a little racket. In the back of my orgasmic haze I worried that someone might hear, but I was still startled when I heard the front door handle being rattled.

"Evan? You in there? Gimme a hand, man! I brought beer!"

My fingers were resting on pussy, and I immediately started cumming again, amazed at my body's response while my dazed mind tried to understand what was going on. This time pussy demanded that she be stretched wide, so I jammed three fingers inside me as every muscle in my body clenched tightly while I came so hard I almost did pass out.

Obviously it wasn't Evan at the door. Todd had returned from his class, and his test must have gone well if he'd brought beer to celebrate. Either that or he'd failed miserably and wanted to drown his sorrow.

This one was a fast hard cum too. I wanted it to stop so I could escape, I wanted it to go on forever because nothing else mattered. I gushed warm liquid onto my fingers and Evan's chair and tried to savor the hardest cum I'd ever had and not actually lose consciousness from the pleasure. Almost as quickly as it had started it was over, and the waves started to recede.

Obviously my first orgasm hadn't done more than take the edge off, and there was enough of it left inside me that the sudden rush of adrenaline from the fear of getting caught by Todd had practically ignited another one. Well, that and the fact that my legs were still spread wide, pussy was still dripping and my fingers were still caressing my clit. It not only didn't matter that Todd was at the door, it somehow made things more imperative, more necessary. Screw getting caught. Screw Todd. There was no helping it, and I knew that I'd have sore muscles all over tomorrow. It was fucking glorious. 

Todd wiggled the handle again, and over my panting I could hear him shifting his packages while he searched for his keys.

I felt as limp as a rag doll and more tired than I could imagine. After-cums were begging me to relax down into the chair, but I swam back to something approaching consciousness and realized that I really did not want to get caught with my fingers between my legs by Evan's roommate. Trying not to notice the remnants of the orgasm that were still rippling through me, I slipped my fingers free from my drippy hole.

I wasn't going to make the same mistake I had before, so I quickly turned off the computer so no one would know what dirty stuff Evan liked to look at. What I liked to look at. I jumped up and grabbed my jeans and panties and padded in my socks towards the bathroom hallway. I was halfway there when I remembered that I'd forgotten my shoes. By the time I'd rushed back to grab them from the floor, Todd had found his key and was opening the door.

With my clothes clutched to my chest I ran back to the hallway, naked from my ankles to my waist. Poor abused pussy was dripping down my thighs and I was pretty sure I left a few little drips on the floor. I was so embarrassed I couldn't stand it. How had I ever gotten myself into this?

I quietly shut myself in the bathroom and pulled on my clothes, listening hard at the door to see if Todd had noticed I was there. The toilet was so gross there was no way I was going to use it. I'd die first. Really. But I flushed it to make it sound like I'd been doing something legitimate in there other than hiding. I quickly washed my hands.

I was so anxious to get out of there I couldn't stand it. As I walked back down the hallway I told myself nobody could see how ashamed I was just by looking. Well, maybe my Dad, but definitely not Todd. I tried to ignore the little waves of smug satisfaction that pussy was sending me just because she'd had her way with me. 

Todd was surprised that I wasn't Evan when I appeared from the hallway. He said something about celebrating because he was glad his test was over, but my attention was drawn to the splash of cum I'd left on the floor by Evan's desk. I felt myself turn fifteen shades of pink and I tried very hard not to look. Todd had a beer in his hand, and he even offered me one. But I felt like if I stayed even a second more than I had to he'd see through me for sure. And I wanted to be alone to sort out my feelings.

I fed Todd some bullshit about how I must have missed Evan but I had to go. I hoped that he wouldn't even mention that I'd been there to Evan. The way he was downing that Budweiser I was pretty sure he wouldn't even remember I'd been in the apartment.

I took my soaking panties, my gushy pussy and the multitudinous dirty ideas swirling through my head and escaped.

As I walked through the parking lot to my car I felt giddy, almost buoyant. I was light on my feet and it was hard not to break out in a little dance there in the parking lot. My newfound wickedness seemed so right, such a fundamental part of me that I wondered why I hadn't discovered it sooner. The girl who'd walked into Evan's room would never have watched a couple having sex, never masturbated in front of a computer, never had a huge orgasm because she knew someone was listening on the other side of the door, and never ever dripped her cum onto the floor while running naked through her brother's room.

But I'd become that girl, and I liked her.

* * * 

Next: The final chapter - Alice learns that after school is the right time to play with her big brother... 



After School Hookup Ch. 03



Alice learns that after school is the right time to play with her big brother...

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At the end of the term I went home for a visit. There was going to be a family dinner but I had all kinds of other plans too - checking in with a couple of my high school teachers, spending a little time with Sally who was going to be home visiting at the same time, visiting a couple of friends who were still in high school. Shopping. But the first plan was to go and visit Evan at his new job. I was really curious about his school. Evan's degree and high grades hadn't hurt him any, but his cushy teaching job was due mostly to Dad's string pulling.

Mom told me Evan's school was "over on 68th and Birch," but I'd never even heard of a school called Elizabeth Cady Stanton. It certainly wasn't one of the public schools whose names we all grew up knowing. Mom assured me that Evan would love to see me and show off his classroom, if I made sure to go after class had let out. 

I timed things a little too close, because when I got there all of the parking was full of parents waiting for their kids. I parked on the street a couple of blocks away and walked back through a very ritzy neighborhood of expensive houses. I stopped under a couple of trees catty-corner from the school.

I'd learned from Mom that Elizabeth Cady Stanton was a private school -- very expensive and snooty. Evan was very lucky to have a job there. The new brick building was designed to look old and classy, and it was obvious even to my untrained eye that they'd had a lot of money to spend on it. The lawn around the school was green and as big as a park. But what really surprised me was the sign over the door -- Elizabeth Cady Stanton High. I guess I had assumed that it was an elementary school, and I didn't quite appreciate the little tingly feeling pussy sent me when I realized that Evan would have high school girls in his classes. While I watched the front doors the bell rang and a minute or two later the students started to come out, looking for their parents' cars or starting to walk home.

They were girls. Every single one of them. High school girls wearing tall socks, shiny Mary Jane shoes and pink and gray plaid ties with matching gray plaid skirts.

I felt as if I'd been shoved back in time to when I'd discovered the plaid-skirted schoolgirls on Evan's computer. My legs went weak, and a delicious shiver emanated from between my legs, pussy perking up like a kitten who's heard the sound of a can of tuna being opened in the kitchen.

This was where I'd wanted to be all along. This was who I'd wanted to be. A high school girl in a plaid skirt.

I watched them go by as the school emptied out. Some of them were giggling, most of them were carrying books, their skirts undulating from the motion of taut little asses.

And my brother, who had always wanted to fuck a girl wearing a plaid skirt, was their teacher.

Don't get me wrong. I never suspected for even a moment that Evan had designs on those girls. It probably wouldn't have mattered to him even if they had thrown themselves at him. He had way too much integrity to even consider sleeping with one of his students. He'd take his responsibilities as their guardian very seriously. I knew Evan, and he just wouldn't do it.

But I also knew his secret, and it had to be a kind of torture for him to be so close to the girls of his fantasies and not be allowed to touch any of them. Damn it. This was all Dad's fault. He had gotten Evan the job, and Evan felt like he had to take it because it was such a prestigious private school, one that undoubtedly paid a lot more than he'd ever get in a public school. And now he was stuck smack dab between his desires and his need to make a living.

I felt so sorry for Evan. I also felt a little trembly inside and a little wet between my legs. I suppose that the idea had already crawled into my mind, but I hadn't noticed it yet.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton High emptied out, but I no longer wanted to go inside to see Evan. No matter how glib my big brother was, no matter how much he'd like to show off his school, I wasn't about to try to make polite conversation knowing that part of him was wondering what it would be like if only he could play under the skirt of the little hottie who'd been sitting in the front row of his class. I didn't know how he could stand it. I spent way too much time playing with myself and dreaming of sex and plaid skirts, and that was without the temptation of them sitting in front of me all day long.

I got in my car and went home.

Since I wasn't alone with Evan at the family dinner I managed to find stuff to talk about that didn't lead me to saying something inappropriate. Mom and Dad asked me a lot about school and I kept the conversation squarely on impersonal stuff like my psych class, the campus food and the football team.

After dinner we all hung out in the kitchen talking and eating Dad's homemade lemon ice cream with ginger, just like old times. I couldn't help but wonder about how Evan managed it. I mean, he looked all normal, like he hadn't spent the whole day staring at his fantasies come to life and wishing he could fuck them silly. But then, I supposed that I looked normal too.

I tried very hard not to stare at him leaning against the counter, laughing and spooning ice cream into his mouth. I was definitely feeling a little fluttery between my legs. He was a tall handsome man and I felt like I had a schoolgirl crush thing going even if he was my brother. Of course I wasn't all that innocent where Evan was concerned.

We shared a secret, even if he didn't know it. And as much consternation as it was causing me, it had to be even worse for him. Evan spent his working day like a kid with his nose pressed against the window of the candy store, and he would never, ever have a nickel to spend there. He had to be miserable. The revelation suddenly swept over me, causing my whole body to feel flushed and my knees to go weak. The only person who was in any position to keep him out of trouble was me, and it was my duty to help my big brother. The certainty stole over me, making me giddy and scared at the same time. I was going to do it. I was going to help Evan.

I was going to help me, too.

We still had our old rooms -- Evan hadn't found an apartment to move into since he graduated, and Mom and Dad would keep my room for me until I graduated too. I excused myself a little early so I could go to bed.

But when I got to my room I got online. I had a hunch that an upper-crust school like Elizabeth Cady Stanton High would have a really up-to-date website, and I wasn't disappointed.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton had been a suffragette, fighting for women's right to vote way back in time. This private school had been established in her honor back in 1954, and moved into their new building a few years ago. Reading between the lines on the web page I learned that it catered to rich spoiled girls whose parents would never allow them to attend a vulgar public school. Must be nice to have that kind of money. I navigated through most of the pages, and even read the little bio they had about Evan. "We are very excited to welcome such a gifted educator to our school." 

After a while I managed to find the page I was looking for -- the uniform code. It said that "in order to keep our students' minds on their work and not on the vicissitudes of teenage fashion, a mandatory uniform will be worn at all times, with no exceptions." The page had pictures of all of the stuff you were required to wear -- a choice of a couple of different blouses, white knee high socks, black Mary Jane shoes with a strap across the bridge and of course the very classy looking gray plaid skirt with little pink stripes running through it. It also told me where to buy one.

I slipped off my clothes, crawled into bed and masturbated through three nervous but satisfying cums before I could go to sleep.

* * * 

The next day I hung out with Sally for a while. She wanted to know all about the boys I'd met, but I didn't have anything to tell her. Yet. Sally had hooked up with this guy she'd met at a party, and the things she told me they did would have made me blush if I hadn't already seen my big brother screwing his girlfriend.

Later I went shopping. It was only six months ago that I'd graduated and I was still eighteen, so there was no reason that I couldn't pass for a high school student. Even so, I had an excuse about transferring into Elizabeth Cady Stanton High all ready just in case I was asked. But the old lady at the uniform supply store down on Lincoln Street didn't say anything about it. She just sold me everything I wanted and I left with a big shopping bag of schoolgirl clothes.

Before I went home I stopped at the mall for the sundry items I needed -- new shampoo and conditioner, shaving cream and the like. I had graduated from baby pink nail polish a long time ago and I wanted a new color to enhance my new clothes, so that was the first stop. On impulse I went in to the lingerie shop, and I was glad I had. In a bin marked 'tease!' they had a black satin thong that harmonized perfectly with my new skirt. And on the front, right over the crotch, was a little pink Hello Kitty, wearing pink bib overalls and being carried away by three bright balloons. I couldn't resist.

Although the thought crossed my mind as I was walking by the pre-teen boutique store I resisted the temptation to buy some fruity perfume. That was carrying things too far. I wasn't trying to come across like some kind of precocious twelve year old sex toy. The idea was to seduce him by being his fantasy girl -- a willing, pretty high school girl wearing a plaid skirt that he was free to play under. I was going to use the Casual that I'd gotten for my birthday.

Mom was at home, so I didn't have the pleasure of trying my new stuff on and preening in front of the mirror. I'd have to walk through the house to get to my car and I couldn't take the chance that I'd be seen. If Mom somehow caught me wearing an Elizabeth Cady Stanton High school uniform, there'd be questions I couldn't answer.

I showered, shaved my legs and pussy, brushed my hair and put on my makeup -- just a little, like I had worn on school picture day my senior year. My new clothes I tucked into my backpack, along with my bottle of Casual - I didn't want to walk through the house wafting a trail of seductive perfume either. I grabbed my pack and told Mom I was going to school to see someone. Naturally I didn't tell her which school or who I was going to see or what I was going to do when I got there. My habit of skirting the truth when talking to my parents was still in full force even if I had graduated to college.

The neighborhood was quiet when I pulled up a few blocks from the school. The girls wouldn't be let out for another fifteen minutes, which was just how I timed it because I needed to finish getting ready before the bell rang. 

I tried to tuck away my nervousness about what I was doing. God, I'd be devastated if this didn't work. Devastated, embarrassed, ashamed, mortified, and a thousand other bad feelings. I mean, if I couldn't manage to pull this off then I was just plain hopeless. Even if the target was my brother. Target? I meant beneficiary. I resolved that if Evan rejected my not-exactly-altruistic offer I'd just have to shoot myself.

So I tried to concentrate on the task at hand. I slid over to the passenger side so the steering wheel wouldn't be in my way and peeled off my jeans and underwear. I pulled my new Hello Kitty panties out of my pack. I cursed myself for not thinking to put them on while I was in the safety of my own bathroom so my ass wouldn't be fully exposed. While I turned them right side out I looked around, but the quiet neighborhood apparently didn't care if there was a half-naked teenage girl sitting in a car on the street.

The cool vinyl of my car seat felt sinful against my bare bottom. Pussy was nervous too, because she quivered and leaked little cum droplets onto the vinyl. I hurriedly pulled my new panties on, but there wasn't much material to the darned thing and I still felt like I was naked.

The skirt had to come after my shirt, in order to be properly tucked in. I should have started from the top down, but I hadn't thought of it. Nerves, I guess.

After another glance up and down the street I scooched off my shirt and bra and slipped on my new ones. I bent down low while I reached behind me and fastened the bra, which made me feel like no one could see even if they could. I worked my way into the shirt, sat up, and shook my hair free while I buttoned up.

I got the skirt out, lifted my bottom and wrapped it around my waist and fastened it at the side. I felt a little safer then. A girl could sit in her car and do all kinds of things without attracting too much attention, as long as she wore a certain amount of clothing.

I changed my socks, pulling the uniform ones up to my knee, and then I slipped on my new black Mary Jane shoes, fastening the strap across the top of my foot with a little gold buckle. My new shoes had a very short heel and the toe was kind of rounded which lent them an innocent schoolgirl air. Most girls would die before wearing them (if they had a choice), but I felt right at home and I twisted my foot this way and that so I could see how cute they were.

The matching gray and pink tie was pre-tied, but in a loose knot which could be tightened. The lady at the store told me to just slip it over my head and then pull it tight. No problem, and I was able to use the makeup mirror on the sun visor to make sure it was straight.

Wile I was running a brush through my hair I saw a couple of girls dressed like I was walking by at the end of the street, and I deduced that school was over. It was show time. Quickly I wafted a tiny cloud of Casual into the air and let it settle on me.

I picked up my backpack, now stuffed with my other clothes, and got out of the car. I had to tug my skirt a little to get it to sit right, and then I was ready. I just wished I had a mirror to check myself out.

I started walking down the tree lined sidewalk towards the school. I tried to walk like a high school student. God, was it so long ago I couldn't remember? But it was hard. It was like I was a whole different girl than I'd been six months ago. My emotions were running all over the place -- anxious, scared, embarrassed, proud, horny. Mostly horny. 

I'd been longing for this ever since I was a five year old. Before I even knew the reason why I'd been craving this moment. Sometimes without even knowing about it, and more recently with more hunger than I'd though possible. But I felt at home. Gloriously, luxuriously just where I'd always wanted to be. Sexy, secure, walking down the street to school and ready for some attention. I wiggled my bottom gently as I walked, feeling the cotton fibers of the skirt grazing my bare thighs in a maddening to and fro tease. I hoped there were some boys hiding in their houses watching my sexy ass as I walked by, and I remembered how I watched out my own window when I was little. Pussy was suitably squishy -- a little wet and ready but not anxious. It was heavenly as long as I kept my fears about what Evan might think all tucked away in a corner.

Girls in gray plaid skirts (girls who I suspected didn't know how lucky they were) were pouring out of the school when I got there. They didn't pay me any attention in spite of the fact that I was going upstream against the traffic.

I tried to keep my mind off of what I was planning, but of course that was impossible. You can't just tuck something this big away in a compartment that you won't notice, no matter what. I had thought that maybe I should just come clean to Evan and tell him that I'd wear a plaid skirt for him if he'd fuck me, but that seemed like a plan doomed to failure. I could just hear myself talking to him now. 'By the way, I know you like plaid skirts. Me, too! Wanna fuck?' Nope, that wasn't going to work at all. I needed something that would keep him a little off guard but still excite him if I was going to have any chance at all. My plan wasn't much, but it was as stacked in my favor as I could make it.

It was right after I got into the lobby that I found a huge hole in my plan -- I didn't know where Evan's classroom was. I couldn't just wander around. Elizabeth Cady Stanton High was big enough that he could easily slip out a different door without my finding him. 

I was going to have to ask somebody, and preferably not a teacher. I'd have to fake my way past a student with the story I'd made up for the lady at the uniform store. I didn't want to look like I didn't belong in case a teacher wanted to question me, and I knew that it was always better to look like you had a destination in mind while walking around a school, so I turned left and started walking.

The differences between a public school and a private one were evident in the quiet halls which reeked of stern silence and decorum. My Mary Janes clacked on the wood floor.

There weren't many girls left to choose from. I guess private school girls disappear at the three o'clock bell on a Friday afternoon just like the public school girls do.

But there were still a couple left, and I walked up to this really pretty blond. She was facing away from me, taking books out of her locker. Her curves all gathered in at her tiny waist in its plaid skirt, and I hoped mine looked as pretty on me.

"Excuse me?" I said. "I'm new here, and they told me I should check in with Mr. Bradley. Do you know where his class is?"

"New, huh?" she said, turning her head to look at me. Rats. Her face was beautiful too. "You look great in that uniform," she said.

I simpered and blushed. "Really?"

She laughed. "No. That's just what we tell all the new girls. It's kind of a school joke."

"Oh," I said, trying not to sound disappointed.

She looked me over appraisingly. "But on you it's not so much of a joke. You really do look good. Most of the girls here can't stand these things. So, Mr. Bradley, huh? You're lucky. He's hot."

I was shocked. I'd never even thought that a high school girl would really notice my good looking big brother. I didn't know what to say, but she spared me by saying "Well, come on then," before she walked down the hall.

I followed her to a room that didn't look any different from any of the others. The girl opened the door and she poked her head in.

"Mr. Bradley? There's a new girl here who's supposed to check in with you." Her voice changed from when she was talking to me. Now it was softer, with a little twinkle and a touch of flirt. She really did have a little something going for Evan, the little suckup.

"Thanks, Whitney. Send her in."

"Is there anything I can do to help, Mr. Bradley?" 

"No, thank you."

Whitney backed out of the doorway. She turned to me and mouthed, "See? Hot!" while she fanned her face with her hand. Without another word she left to walk down the hall.

Now that the moment had arrived I was scared silly. It's one thing to imagine yourself sitting on your brother's cock, it's quite another to be confronted with the reality. And my plaid skirt wasn't helping me like it was supposed to. This was all wrong, from the beginning. I'd come up with this whole idea and acted on it way too suddenly. What would Evan think of me? He'd be disappointed that his little sister was such a loser that she couldn't even find boy of her own to screw. He'd probably never talk to me again.

I was torn between walking into Evan's classroom and following Whitney's taut little butt right out of here. She was still walking away, her Mary Janes echoing quietly in the empty hall. I watched her ass swaying under her plaid skirt and I just knew my big brother wanted her. She was gorgeous, and if she wasn't ready to sleep with him yet she wasn't far from trying. She'd made it plain that she had the hots for him. How would Evan resist? And then he'd be really screwed.




After School Hookup Ch. 03



That was the thought that made up my mind for me. I reminded myself I wasn't doing this for me. Well, mostly not for me. I was doing it for Evan, who'd have an impossible time staying out of trouble with knockouts like Whitney getting ready to throw themselves at him. Evan needed a plaid skirt to channel his obsession into or he'd get in trouble in spite of his integrity. And that skirt was wrapped around my waist, damn it.

I walked in.

Disappointingly the classroom wasn't much different than the ones I was used to. Less desks for students, maybe. But Evan's desk wasn't one of those cheap public service ones -- it was lots bigger and made out of a rich red wood, and his black leather chair looked like something from an executive's office. There was a new computer on the corner of the desk and a big green chalkboard behind him. Everything was shiny and new. He was sitting at his desk hunched over some papers, hardly noticing his newest pupil.

"Yes?" he said graciously enough, but too engrossed in the essay in front of him to look up. 

After one false start I managed to get out the line that I'd rehearsed. My voice wasn't as smooth as it usually was, but I was happy that I didn't sound like a total 'tard.

"I'm new to the school, sir. I was told to check in with you."

"What's your name?" he said, still reading the paper.

"Granger, sir. Alice Granger." I'd thought a long time about this. I didn't want to use my own last name, which would remind us that we were brother and sister. And it seemed fitting that I borrow the name of the tart in the video who'd sent me down this path.

In the context of his school job Evan didn't recognize my voice right away.

"I have a sister named Alice...," he said. His voice trailed off as he looked up and saw his little sister dressed as the girl of his fantasies, and looking pretty damned sexy if I say so myself.

Plaid skirt - $89. Mary Jane shoes - $139.00. Confusion and hunger mixed together on Evan's face -- priceless. It's not often a girl can make that much of an impression on her older brother.

I plunged right in with my lines. "I just transferred from Alexander Hamilton, Mr. Bradley, and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to ensure that I'll be able to keep my grades up here at Elizabeth Cady Stanton." I batted my eyes at him.

"Alice? What are you doing?"

I slowly walked over to his desk, letting my bare legs and plaid skirt do their part to help sell me.

I looked down at the desktop and drew circles there with my finger, as if I couldn't bring myself to look at him while I spoke. Which wasn't exactly untrue. I couldn't keep my voice from being soft and unsure, which fortunately fit in with Miss Granger's forward behavior. It was a good thing I'd memorized this part.

"Well, Mr. Bradley. Sometimes I don't do as well with my schoolwork as I'd like. I mean, I understand it all, but when it comes time to take the tests I have a hard time remembering. And Mr. Peters, my old English teacher, used to let me do some extra credit stuff for him so that my grades wouldn't suffer. I was hoping that I could do the same thing for you, Mr. Bradley."

Confusion and concern washed over Evan's face. I could tell he thought I'd flipped my lid, and he was wondering if he should take me home or take me to the loony bin. He didn't get it. He thought I'd lost my mind, not that I was really there to help him with his problem by offering myself to him. Maybe he didn't even know he had a problem. The thought had never occurred to me that he might think I was just crazy. Mental, maybe. Misguided for sure. But not crazy. This was going to be more work than I'd feared.

I walked around behind the desk as Evan stood up from his chair.

"Look, Alice," he said in a placating tone like you'd use on a crazy person. "We should .."

I put my finger on his lips, a trick any girl can use just about any time to get a boy to shut up. I had to get his mind on the right track, and quickly. I put my arms around his neck and pulled my body close to his so he could feel my breasts, stood up on my tippy toes and gave my big brother a long, wet, not-very-sisterly kiss.

You know that shock you get from a really good kiss? That tingle that tells you from your head to your toes that this is the real thing? Well, take that and multiply it by ten and you have an idea of how Evan's lips made me feel. I went all gushy and weak, and I wanted him to throw me on the desk and take me. Evan resisted at first, but having a pretty plaid-skirted girl passionately kissing him was too much the stuff of his fantasies for him not to respond. He gasped a few times into my mouth and then surrendered and kissed me back.

When we broke for air I let my heels drop back to the floor and looked up into his eyes. Hidden behind his disbelief there was a glimmer of lust, and I knew I'd rattled him enough that I had a chance of getting what I wanted.

"Alice!" he said. "What do you think you're doing? Why are you dressed like that? Are you nuts?"

I drew a line down his chest with my finger, and I didn't stop at his waistband, either. The bulge between his legs would have gotten him into trouble if any girls had seen it during class. As soon as I touched it Evan jerked himself back.

"Alice! Stop it!"

"Aren't you supposed to call me Miss Granger, sir? Would you like to do it here? Do you want me to take off my panties?" It was time to let him know that for our purposes today I was not his little sister. I smiled up at him, a willing student hanging on every word, hoping for a yes.

"No! Stop that! You need to go on home." Evan was confused enough that he decided to not deal with me at all. He took me by the shoulders, turned me around and gave me a little shove towards the door. He sat back down in his chair with finality, dismissing me from his afternoon and his mind even though I was still behind his desk and only a foot away from him.

I suppose I could have given up right then. Obviously Evan wasn't going to jump my bones just because I had offered. But this was for his own good, dammit. And I felt a little miffed - wasn't I cute enough for him? I had figured there'd be some resistance, and there was the real possibility that I'd fail altogether. But I'd really thought that by the time I'd made myself clear that he could have me there was no way he'd be able to say no. This had just turned into a challenge.

I needed a new tack, a little more inducement. My back was still to Evan and I thought maybe I should just sit down on his lap, but on the edge of his desk was a copy of Style: Ten Lessons in Clarity and Grace. I casually gave his book a little shove and it fell to the floor with a satisfying thump.

"Oops," I said, feigning surprise in my best Shirley Temple voice. "I suppose I should pick that up." I bent over slowly, letting my plaid skirt ride up to show more bare legs and ass. I felt wicked and wanton and dirty -- a whore just like the 'real' Miss Granger. But I loved how it nourished a need in my soul, a part of me that I'd only just discovered. I caressed the length of my legs, sliding my fingers with their Malaga Burgundy nails down my bare thighs and knee-high socks.

Once I had my face on my knees and my hands around my ankles I paused to let Evan look; my ass in a place where until a few months ago I couldn't have imagined it would ever be -- offered to my big brother. The heat radiating from Evan's eyes cooked my bottom, which made pussy feel soft and weak. 

But still nothing happened, and the position I was in I couldn't see Evan's face to know what he was thinking. Was he trying to ignore me, pretending that I wasn't there while he graded more papers? Or was he staring greedily at his little sister, trying to rationalize a reason to take me? Maybe he just needed a little more persuading.

That was it!

I reached behind me and flipped the bottom of my skirt up onto my back. The coolness of the air touched my hot ass and the sensation caused pussy to beg even harder for attention. My black satin Hello Kitty panties weren't much cover at all, and if Evan wasn't turned on by a cute ass in a plaid skirt inches from his face, then I'd been totally wrong about him. 

Once that thought occurred to me my misgivings came back with a rush. Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe the junk on his computer wasn't his at all. Maybe it was Todd's stuff, and he just kept it there to hide it from his girlfriend.

No! I had seen the look in Evan's eyes while he watched that video. And I had heard him with my own ears tell Kelsey he thought schoolgirls in plaid skirts were hot. He was just being stubborn because I was his little sister, dammit. 

I realized I'd been standing there offering my ass to him while my mind wandered, and he hadn't done or said anything. I wiggled it a little.

"You can touch it if you want, Mr. Bradley," I said, trying sound like an innocent schoolgirl. I closed my eyes and waited, silently praying to feel Evan's hand on my bottom.

There!

I think I had a little orgasm when I felt his finger touch the crack of my ass, and I knew I had won. There was no way he could go back now, not after he'd touched me so intimately. He was going to be mine one way or the other. I closed my eyes to savor his touch while Evan slowly dragged his finger down, gliding over my Hello Kitty panties, past my asshole to the wet satin nestled between my legs. Even I could smell pussy's aroma, and my face wasn't as close to her as Evan's was.

I trembled, hardly able to wait to see what he'd do next. 'Put it in me,' I thought. 'Please put it in me.'

But Evan was either a tease or he hadn't quite surrendered to the idea of fucking me. He sat back in his chair.

I took a couple of deep frustrated breaths. I was going to have to push harder. I picked up the book and stood up. I turned around so I could face Evan while I put the book back on his desk. I stepped closer to him, working his knees apart so that I was standing between his legs. Slowly I lifted my knee and rested it on the arm of his chair, which spread my legs a little farther apart and dangled my plaid skirt right in front of his eyes. He was trapped in his chair. 

Slowly, trying to get closer to him like you'd approach a skittish kitty, I leaned down until my lips were almost touching his. I paused, trying to keep my greed in check, teasing him with my breath on his lips. When I couldn't stand it any more I kissed him.

The surprise I tasted on his lips the first time we kissed had been replaced with hunger, and I felt even more sure of myself, more confident that this was going to be good for us both. While we kissed I reached down between his legs and caressed his hot rod in my hand. This time he didn't stop me.

When we broke for air he caught his breath. His voice was reluctant and warning; a teacher preparing to give his student the bad news. "Alice..."

"It's Miss Granger, Mr. Bradley."

I looked him in the eyes, willing him to get the message that he hadn't gotten yet. In spite of his hard cock he needed one more push, and I wasn't sure what to do. A plaid skirt, the scent of a willing aroused student and a tiny strip of wet satin nestled in a bare ass apparently wasn't enough to convince him to screw his little sister. Damn it. 

I had to let him know that it was all right, that this wasn't something serious. I wasn't crazy and I didn't want anything more than some mutually orgasmic brother-sister sex. I cast my mind around frantically for an idea; a way to let him know it was still just me, and that I hadn't lost my mind. Then I got it.

I reached forward slowly and ruffled his hair. Then I pursed my lips and stuck my thumb in my mouth. I sucked it for a few seconds and then popped it out.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help my grades, Mr. Bradley?"

Evan swallowed hard, but I could see the light dawning in his eyes -- he finally understood. This was a game. And since I was the one who'd initiated it he didn't have to feel guilty playing along. He wasn't quite confident yet, but after a few seconds' hesitation he decided to try playing along to see what might happen.

"Well, Miss....?"

"Granger."

"Miss Granger. I think there might be something we can do."

I stuck my hand in the air and waved it so hard I was practically bouncing. Evan had to grab the chair because it was shaking so hard.

"I know! I know! Call on me, Mr. Bradley!"

He was catching on. "Yes Miss Granger?" he said, trying to sound professorial.

"For extra credit could I show you what I learned over summer vacation? It's really neat, Mr. Bradley. You'll like it."

Evan started relaxing into his role. "Miss Granger, I don't know how they did things where you come from, but here at Elizabeth Cady Stanton High we feel that our students are too refined to have 'show and tell.'

I stuck my lip out in an exaggerated pout. "But Mr. Bradley! It's the only new thing I learned this summer, and I wanted you to see how well I learned it."

Evan swallowed hard, and I thought I saw his cock twitch under his slacks. "Very well, Miss Granger."

I clapped my hands in excitement, and I was hardly acting at all. I had won.

I dropped to my knees in front of my big brother, who obligingly spread his legs to make room for me. Now it was my turn to swallow hard. Up close, even covered by his pants, his cock was much bigger than I had remembered from seeing him fuck Kelsey. Maybe she just had a really big pussy that made it look smaller. Yeah, that had to be it. My mouth watered, and I couldn't wait to see it again.

I reached for my brother's belt and unbuckled it. The snap on his pants gave me a little trouble, and so did his zipper. But in a minute I had his pants open, and I discovered another character flaw I shared with Evan -- underwear choices. His boxers were bright yellow, with a big eye winking at me. I had to move my head back a little and wiggle his pants down past his knees before I could make sense of the picture on his shorts. It was Spongebob Squarepants, with a silly grin on his face.

I giggled and put the palm of my hand on the stiff rod bulging under the fabric. There was already a wet spot above Spongebob's eye where Evan had leaked pre-cum into his shorts, and the spot grew even bigger when I pressed the heel of my hand against his cock and milked it upward. Evan gasped.

"You know, Mr. Bradley?" I said, tucking my fingers under the yellow waistband and slipping it down past his cock. "I can already tell that you're going to be a better teacher than Mr. Peters ever was. He just didn't have the equipment that you do."

And I wasn't kidding, not one bit. Up close I couldn't believe how big it was. Not only long, but big around. God. I had no idea how it was going to fit inside me, but there was no way I was going to worry about it.

I rubbed the top with my palm, smearing the clear sticky pre-cum all over my hand and Evan's cock. It was like a big purple plum, the skin stretched tight, the little hole in the end marking the seam, the whole thing glistening as if the watering system at the grocery store had just misted it all over.

I leaned forward, opened my mouth wide and sucked my big brother's dick into my mouth.

Evan bucked and grabbed my head, involuntarily pushing his cock farther into my welcoming lips as if they were a pussy begging for cum. I gagged a little bit, but there was no way I was going to let him think he could get a better blowjob from that bimbo Kelsey than he could from me.

And I discovered something. Sperm is oily and slippery for a reason -- so it can lubricate the way for the cock it comes from. The pre-cum coating on his dick helped it go farther into my throat than I would have believed. Evan gasped in pleasure. I would have too, but my mouth was full. I had to concentrate on breathing through my nose while I opened my throat even wider.

I bobbed my head up and down, fucking my big brother with my throat. I couldn't believe how satisfying it was to feel his need pulsing in my mouth. But not everyone was satisfied. Pussy wanted her share too, and she wasn't getting any this way. I lifted my skirt out of the way and straddled Evan's leg, letting pussy settle herself on his shin and grind herself against him while I licked and slurped. Since he had spread his legs so far apart for me, I wound up in the cubby under his desk, hidden from the classroom, which turned out to be a good thing.

There was a knock at the door that scared the hell out of me, and I stopped deep-throating my big brother to listen. When was I ever going to learn to lock the door behind me?

It was Whitney again. She had come back, and was trying her darnedest to suck-up to Evan from the classroom doorway.

"Mr. Bradley? Did you need some help with the new girl? I can show her around if you want."

It was mean and I know it, but once I knew who it was I gently wrapped my hand around Evan's wet cock and began stroking it. I just knew he'd get a wicked satisfaction out of looking at his blond front-row tartlet in her plaid skirt while his little sister played with his hard dick.

"No, thank you, Whitney," he said. I admired how almost kept his voice under control. The ragged edge in his tone was as obvious to me as the cock in my face, but Whitney didn't even notice. She was too busy kissing ass, volunteering for anything and everything in hopes of getting closer to Evan.

She finally noticed I wasn't even in the room. "Say, where did she go, anyhow?" she said, waiting for an answer.

I was stroking pre-cum out of Evan's cock in a steady trickle, and I couldn't wait to slurp it up. I leaned forward to suck him into my mouth and as I did, I learned another characteristic that we shared - having an unknowing stranger nearby made us both cum faster.

Evan gave up trying to keep from cumming. Before I could get my lips around his rod again a giant glob of white sperm erupted from the end. It splashed onto my forehead and immediately began sliding its sticky way down my face. It was warm and gooey, kind of like hot yogurt, and the scent of it made me as dizzy as if I'd just downed a double shot of Jose Cuervo. Little ripples of impending orgasm rippled up from Miss Pussy, and I rubbed her harder against Evan's leg while squirt after squirt of sperm splashed onto my face. 

It was wicked of me, but I immediately fell in love with the feeling of having my face covered in cum. Letting a man's need spatter all over the most public part of my whole body was gratifying in a way I would never have imagined. It was visible evidence of a his desire, and at the same time it was secret; no one besides Evan would ever see his hot sperm trickling across my eyes, down my cheeks, over my lips. And poor Pussy, as sensitive as she was, could never feel his warm goo the way my face did - she was always too busy making warm goo of her own. It was a whole universe different than what I was used to, and I knew I would never stop wanting hot sperm on my face. Recognizing my new need and remembering Mr. Peters' lesson, I kept sliding my hand up and down my brother's wet cock, helping it splurt more and more slimy sperm. I leaned forward to better catch it on my face, letting it hit my cheeks and my lips and drool down all over my fingers.

Evan twitched and bucked, sliding his stiff cock in and out of my hands and trying not to let Whitney know he was cumming. Finally was able to take refuge in coughing, which allowed him to regain his voice while his cock ran dry on my willing face.

I felt him sag back into his chair as his cock spurted its last, an oozy little blob that barely cleared his dick and drooled over my fingers. He swallowed hard and told Whitney, "She had something she had to do."

I could feel all of his muscles relaxing down into his chair, his cock wilting in my hand. He went on, "I can't think of anything I need right now, Whitney. But I'll be sure to call you if I do". He took a deep breath as I gently squeezed the last drop of sisterly need out of him and licked it up. "Now I need to get back to grading these papers."




After School Hookup Ch. 03



"I could help with that!"

"No thank you, Whitney," he said firmly. "Goodbye. Have a nice weekend."

"Goodbye Mr. Bradley," she said brightly, no doubt thinking that she'd scored some serious brownie points with her teacher. Now she'd be going home to dream of him and play with herself. 

As soon as the door shut quietly behind her Evan pulled his leg from between mine. Pussy cried 'no' but apparently he didn't hear. When he was clear of me and his desk he got up holding his slacks so they wouldn't fall and walked over to the door so he could lock it, his semi-erect cock hanging out of his Spongebob boxers. I gratefully crawled out from under his desk. It's amazing how your body can ignore a little physical discomfort as long as you're still having sex. But as soon as it's over you definitely need to move into a more relaxing position.

While Evan was locking the door I leaned on his desk and cleaned up, using my fingers to scrape the sperm off my nose and cheeks and eyes and into my hungry mouth. God, he tasted delicious! And that damned Kelsey bitch didn't even know it because she was all 'ewww' about letting him cum in her mouth. By the time Evan got back to his desk I had wiped my face pretty clean.

I bit my thumb and tried not to look pleased with myself.

"Well, Mr. Bradley? Was my extra credit project acceptable?"

Evan was definitely in the game now that we'd gotten past that awkward first orgasm. He looked at me like he was wondering just who I was. But he'd liked fucking my mouth, and he wanted more. Whatever reservations he still had he got over in a hurry. "Oh, I don't know, Miss Granger. It seems to me that you need to do a little more homework before you come in here with a project like that. You did a rather sloppy job."

Evan pointed at my legs and I looked down to see what he was talking about. Clinging to my new gray and pink skirt right above the hem was a viscid blob of white sperm. While we watched it dripped off my skirt and onto my thigh, which made pussy spasm in a little anticipatory orgasm. I just knew that Evan could tell I was having a little orgasm and I felt myself blushing furiously. I guess I was even more like Miss Granger than I'd thought. I felt a sudden warm rush of love for my big brother, who knew my deepest secret and loved me anyhow.

I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a long deep kiss, one of those deep smoldering ones that you just know you'll remember for the rest of your life. He returned it hungrily, stealing all of the air from my lungs and all of the balance from my legs. I relaxed gratefully into his strong arms.

I was proud that I was only panting a little bit when I came up for air. I felt so safe and loved. Evan knew my secret and he didn't care, not one little bit. He even loved me more for it.

He looked down into my eyes and said, "Miss Granger?"

"Yes, Mr. Bradley?"

"That wasn't all that you learned, was it?"

I wondered where he was going with this line of thought. I felt a little flutter deep between my legs. He wanted to fuck me now, didn't he? Maybe I should just give him a teasing answer to keep me in his mind until I could come back another time and go all the way. It was what I'd wanted all along, but now that the moment had arrived I was all kinds of nervous. Pussy let me know her opinion on things by oozing warm girl cum down my inner thigh.

But Evan had played along with me, so it was only fair that I played along with him. Wondering what I was letting myself in for, I said, "No, Mr. Bradley." I managed to sound playful and willing, so I was surprised at his stern reaction.

In a disapproving voice he said, "In this classroom, Miss Granger, when a student stands before the class for 'show and tell,' I expect that student to actually bring something to for us to look at."

What, blowing your brother wasn't enough?

Before I could answer Evan lowered his hands to my hips and lifted me onto his desk. He scooted me back, sliding me into place across the polished wood easily because of the lubrication provided by my plaid skirt. I guess it had more uses than seducing your brother. 

"I know what you can show me," he said. His voice was raspy; a tone that I'd never heard before. But some feminine inner part of my soul recognized it anyway, and it made me shiver. Apparently Evan had decided it was too hard to talk, and he'd be better off just showing me.

Evan put the bottoms of my Mary Janes on the desktop and spread my legs apart. It felt so positively sinful sitting on top of a teacher's desk with my legs spread, wondering just what was going to happen to me. Evan's eyes never left mine while he came around the desk to stand by my side. Slowly he lowered his lips and gave me another of those soul-searing kisses while he unbuttoned my blouse. His hand snuck in and caressed my breasts, but he had a lower destination in mind and soon he snaked his way down my tummy so he could lift my skirt out of the way and slip his fingers along the satin between my legs.

Pussy bucked against him, ever-so-grateful for finally getting some attention. Her shudders of release traveled up through my body, out of my lips and into Evan's, down through his fingers and back into pussy to make me tremble all over again. It was a slow gradual buildup toward an orgasm I'd been needing forever, but the drive to the top was proving so enjoyable I almost didn't care if I ever got there. Almost.

Evan's knowing fingers made little circles around my clit, pressing the wet satin of my Hello Kitty panties against me. It was maddening. Every slippery stroke drove me wild, and I didn't want him to ever stop. At the same time I needed him to stop so he could plunge his fingers into me and I could cum. I was lost, and I loved every wicked immoral second of it.

Evan drew his hand from between my legs and lifted his fingers to my mouth.

"Open up, Alice," he whispered.

I'd never done anything like that before. I mean, taste myself? Yuck. But I didn't hesitate even a moment. I was in the thrall of being a slutty schoolgirl and whatever Evan wanted, he was going to get.

I opened up and stuck my tongue out, and Evan slid his fingers into my mouth. To my surprise I loved the taste -- liquid scent of wet pussy, all and musky and piquant with sex. My mouth watered contentedly and I knew I'd never avoid tasting wet girl again as I sucked the flavor of pussy off my brother's fingers. It wasn't quite as good as having his cock in my mouth but I slurped him as if it were. But he didn't keep his fingers there long -- he'd just been getting them wetter.

He put his hand back between my legs and pushed Hello Kitty aside so he had access to my dripping slit. My whole body rippled as he pushed his fingers, slippery with my own saliva, into my pussy.

I jerked once. Twice. Then I had another one of those mini-orgasms. It was driving me crazy. I mean, it was wonderful and all, but I knew that what I really needed was a huge, mind-blowing, forget-who-I-am cum. And all I was getting was these little orgasms that just reminded me of how much pressure was built up between my legs.

I grabbed Evan's arm and tried to grind pussy down on his fingers, wiggling her lips apart so she could get more thoroughly fucked by my big brother's masculine hand. I squeezed my legs together and wrapped myself around his arm as if it was my lover. I guess, for a few moments, it was.

My hair felt disheveled and I couldn't catch enough air as my orgasm leaked out of me, even while it promised there would be another larger one. I knew I'd left a big wet spot inside my new skirt. Pussy felt weak and used but still hungry for more. So did I.

"Oh, God," I panted into his shoulder.

Evan kissed me gently on the forehead while he slipped his fingers out of me. I just wanted him to hold me, and I practically fell against him. But I couldn't because he walked around to the end of the desk so he could spread my legs apart again.

"Let's see what you've brought for show-and-tell, Miss Granger." Still raspy.

It was amazing how shy I felt. Evan had splashed hot sperm all over my face, and pussy had gushed all over his fingers. But I still felt ashamed of myself and unbearably excited while I looked down between my open legs to see my big brother's hands reaching to lift the hem of my new plaid skirt.

A smile came over his lips when he saw my panties, the little pink Hello Kitty smiling and waving as she drifted away on a handful of brightly colored balloons. He looked up at me, and I know my face was turning a shade of pink that rivaled Hello Kitty herself.

"Hello Kitty? Aren't we a little old for that Miss Granger?"

"Look who's talking," I said breathlessly, nodding at Evan's cock hanging out of Spongebob's face.

Evan chuckled. "I guess you're right. Up," he said, grabbing my panties by the waistband. I lifted my ass of the desk and he slid the wet satin down my legs. He managed to caress them at the same time, and I loved learning that he liked my legs, because I'd always thought they were one of my best features.

He dropped my panties ceremoniously on the desk and then unfastened the tiny buckles on my shoes so that he could take them off and drop them on the floor. He caressed my legs, one a time, making me wish he'd just raise his hands higher and help me where I needed it most. Somehow when he was done my socks had joined my shoes on the floor. I felt very naked, even though it was only my legs.

Evan cocked his eyebrow at me. "Miss Granger? I thought you had something to show me." He nodded his head toward my crotch, and I saw that my skirt had flopped back down over Pussy. While he was staring at my barely covered crotch, Evan almost mindlessly picked up my wet panties and rubbed them on his dick. It grew larger and dripped more sperm onto poor Hello Kitty, who was surely amazed at what was happening to her. The drenched satin looked very black against Evan's bright yellow Spongebob shorts. 

I knew boys masturbated, probably even more than girls. But I'd never imagined that one would ever do it in front of me. It was so sexy! I blushed furiously at Evan's lewd display, but I wasn't going to let my embarrassment stop me.

"This is what I brought for show and tell, Mr. Bradley," I whispered. I lifted my skirt out of the way so that my big brother could see my bare pink slit for the first time. I was glad I'd taken the time to shave her before I'd come over. She was such a greedy little hole I couldn't help but give her a quick caress, and I pressed the heel of my hand against her squishy lips, spreading them apart. My fingers came away drenched.

Evan's eyes widened, and it was his turn to murmur, "Oh, God." Suddenly he was in a big rush and he dropped my panties so he could shove his pants down and kick off his shoes. He had a hard time getting Spongebob down over his erect cock, but in a minute Evan was naked from the waist down, looking very sexy in his dress shirt and tie. He grabbed my hips and slid me towards him, my ass resting painfully on the edge of the desk and my bare legs on either side of him.

Somehow his cock looked even bigger now, demanding and hungry. It looked too big. There was no way it was going to fit inside me, I just knew it. But I didn't care. I wanted it anyhow.

I leaned back on my elbows and wrapped my bare heels around Evan's ass so I could pull him towards me. He lined his cock up on my little slit and began pushing it into me. It made me start panting; short little pants that fought with each other. I was trying to take in life-giving oxygen at the same time the cock in my pussy tried to push it out of me, and it wasn't easy. It hurt. It felt wonderful. I felt dizzy and flustered. There were too many sensations flooding my mind, all wanting to consume me and each one begging for individual attention.

There was the pain of a big cock pushing its way into pussy, who fought and welcomed the intrusion at the same time. The sinful pleasure emanating from between my legs. Guilt for seducing my big brother. The cosmic contentedness of destiny achieved. Evan's look of steely determination as he started to fuck his own little sister.

Suddenly his cock slipped in and I was stunned into thoughtlessness by the overwhelming intimacy. I threw my arms around Evan and he buried his face in the hollow of my neck. We froze together like that, our souls joined together not only as brother and sister, but also as lovers. It seemed like an eternity but was probably just a few seconds. Then he started fucking me. Furiously.

The orgasm I'd been needing all my life, the one that had been slowly heading towards me since I was a little girl began its final approach. And it wasn't going to look around for a better runway or radio for permission to land. It was overdue for touchdown and it was going to arrive, no matter what. I swear, if Evan had magically vanished right then I would have laid on that desk twitching for a few seconds and just cum anyhow.

But I didn't have to.

Evan pounded into me, so maddeningly fast and hard that I almost wished he'd slow down for a minute. I could hardly breathe and I curled up into a ball with my big brother as my center, panting into his ear and holding on tight with my arms around his neck. Each thrust of that perfect dick ratcheted me up higher and higher, until I squealed like a girl and came and came and came.

Maybe it was because he was my brother. Maybe it was just the synchronicity that good lovers manage to find with each other. My clit was so sensitive that the slightest touch would have been more pain than pleasure. But somehow Evan knew that, and after he gave one last thrust he froze with his cock deep inside me. I quivered around him as the heavenly spasms wracked my body, my bare legs wrapped around my big brother's bare ass. Pussy gushed around his cock, spilling girl cum all over his dick, all over my skirt and all over the polished wood desk. I was finally cumming in a plaid skirt, pounded into senselessness by my own big brother. The universe was mine. At least for as long as it took my orgasm to wend its way through my body. 

I held Evan's face in my hands and moved his lips into place for a kiss. Well, maybe kiss is too strong a word. I was still breathless and fluttery from the waist down and Evan's dick was still stretching me wide open, so I couldn't give him a toe-curling thank you kiss like I wanted to. A girl has to breathe, you know?

Finally, knowing that I was done, Evan started pulling himself out of me, very slowly. Pussy objected, but she was too tired and too abused to make much fuss, and I knew that now that she'd gotten what she'd wanted for so long she'd settle down. Still, every inch that he pulled out made me twitch and wish he was going the other way. Pussy wasn't the only one who was disappointed, and an unhappy mewl escaped my lips when Evan's dick finally popped free. I felt warm and sated and comfortable, and it didn't matter at all that I was lying on teacher's desk, my just-fucked pussy leaking fresh hot sperm onto the wood.

I'd finally gotten what I wanted.

I took deep breaths of air, trying to get myself oxygenated enough to think again. All kinds of thoughts swirled around in my head, a hazy cloud that obscured the real world. I don't know how long I lay there, but Evan finally decided it had been long enough.

He took my hands and pulled me upright, my bare legs still dangling over the edge of his desk and spread apart so my brother could stand between them. I was still feeling kind of lost and dazed.

"Now it's my turn, Miss Granger."

"What?" I said. I had no idea what he meant. Sitting up hadn't caused the hazy cloud to go away.

Evan didn't bother to explain, and I was too dazed to resist. He untugged my shirt and began working on the lower buttons. Then he loosened my gray and pink tie enough so that he could slip it off over my head. He slid my shirt down over my shoulders and then leaned me forward onto his chest, against his crisp white shirt and tie. He smelled all masculine and sexy, and I was quite happy to cuddle there while he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. 

Once he'd dropped it on the floor Evan sat me upright again and smiled into my eyes. I was totally naked except for my plaid skirt, and I felt more loved and needed and used than I ever had in my life. But my torpor vanished in a heartbeat when he reached for the zipper on my skirt.

"No!" I practically screamed, slapping his hand away. I was immediately embarrassed. But I'd waited all my life for this day, and I wasn't going to spend a moment of it out of my new skirt. Besides, wasn't I naked enough? I took a deep breath and tried to sound calm and reasonable. 

"That stays on," I said, inspiration striking me even as I said it. "I can tell how much you like it."

Evan laughed and looked a little embarrassed that I knew him so well. He stepped back, took my hands in his and pulled me from the desk, my plaid skirt sliding me along until I was standing with my bare feet on the cold floor. I didn't know exactly what he wanted, but I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Evan made me step over to the wall behind his desk. At the same time he turned me so that my back was towards him and I was facing his blackboard. Now I was positioned just where he wanted, standing on our pile of hastily shed clothes; my tie and shirt, my socks and shoes and Hello Kitty panties, Evan's pants.

My bare feet were on Spongebob's face, which was still a little wet from Evan's pre-cum. Even though my new plaid skirt was covering the most important parts of me, I'd never felt so damned naked in my whole life. This was where my life had been steering me ever since I was a little girl. And it was so much sexier than any of my imaginings, which always had me in the comfort of a bed when I finally surrendered my plaid skirted body to a man who wanted me so badly. Instead here I was, standing in a public classroom on a pile of hastily removed clothes, naked except for my skirt, waiting impatiently for my brother's swollen cock to fuck me some more. It was more than I'd ever dreamed it could be. My long overdue destiny, one that I'd been longing for ever since I was little, was finally and suddenly achieved, and the sensations were overwhelming. Every single inch of me was sensitive and alive, as if the slightest touch would be too much to bear. As if I couldn't stand not to be touched.

Evan bent me forward at the waist and my hands landed naturally on the chalk tray. My plaid-skirted ass poked into the classroom and my cheek was near the dusty-smelling chalkboard. He lifted the hem of my skirt, baring my ass to his hungry eyes.

"God, Alice. Do you have any idea how long I've wished I could see this?" His voice was definitely more growl than romance, and it made me feel all girly. I'd never even known Evan had looked at me that way. It was hard to imagine my own big brother had been lusting after my butt.

I had to smile to myself when I realized that Evan had accidentally recreated the scene from the video on his computer. My secret giggle was cut short when I pictured him watching that scene on his computer. Evan's computer. OMG. He'd seen the Miss Granger video. Until that very moment it had never occurred to me that he'd actually watched the scenes he'd saved to his hard drive. He knew exactly where I'd gotten the idea to dress in a plaid skirt and call myself Ms. Granger. Evan had probably been laughing to himself as soon as I'd walked in the door. I was so embarrassed I swear I could feel myself blushing from my head to my toes.

My humiliation was cut short when Evan's dick slid into me again. I forgot everything. Evan's cock stretched pussy and she whispered to me that her destiny had been achieved, too. I trembled from head to toe. The slippery-full ecstasy between my legs drove all thought from my mind. I moaned and dropped my head.