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Her Secret Crush Ch. 02

By: princessjennie



Katie was sprawled on the sofa watching cartoons under the guise of 'homework' when she heard them at the door. Slamming shut the text book on her lap and pushing her pens into her pencil case, she grabbed them up against her chest and dashed for the stairs. Usually her brother went to the uni gym after classes on Mondays, and she was startled to hear him home so early. 

She had only made it up three steps before her mother called her. "Have you finished your homework yet, Katie?" 

Taking a deep breath, and willing her heart to slow down, she slowly turned on the steps. Her mother stood in the hall, and behind her stood Adam and Drew. Her face turned scarlet, and she didn't know where to look. Her knuckles were white were she clutched her school things to her chest. 

"Umm, I'm just going up to my room to finish it," she mumbled. Not waiting for an answer, she twisted and raced up the last couple of steps and down the hall to her room, her blonde pony tail bobbing behind her. 

Kicking the door shut behind her and locking it, she dropped her books on the floor and tumbled face first on the bed. Oh, God, how was she supposed to act around them? Pretend like nothing happened? 

She had sex with them. On a nude beach. Probably in full view of all the other beach goers. And it had been incredible, not like the painful thrusting of her boyfriend Pete. She had experienced the strongest orgasm ever, so different from the pitiful ones she experienced when she rubbed herself in bed at night. 

She moaned again, squeezing her eyes shut. She had fulfilled all of her friend's fantasies when she slept with both her step-brother and Adam. They, like her, had drooled over the twenty-two year old uni students, so different from the boys their age. And as much as she wanted to tell them about it, she couldn't. Drew was her brother, and there were laws against that kind of thing. She moaned again, disgusted with herself. What was worse, they knew about her girlish crush. 

She had decided during school lunch to give Pete another go, and it had nothing to do with the pressure he had been putting on her to let him do again. Her friends had told her after she had asked Pete for some space that it would get easier the more she did it, but she hadn't believed them. Perhaps they were right, and Adam and Drew had been simply lucky that it was with them that it started to feel ok. If she gave Pete a second chance, maybe it could be that good with him. Yet on some level, she seriously doubted it. 

She rolled on her back, struggling to push her plaid skirt down where it bunched up beneath her. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of Adam and Drew on her balcony. They must have climbed over from Drew's balcony next to hers. 

She flushed when they caught sight of her with her legs parted where they hung over the edge of her bed, her pale pink panties on display. Jerking up into a sitting position, she pushed down her school skirt. Then she raced to the balcony doors and made sure the key was turned in the lock. Then giving them a triumphant glare, she jerked the curtains shut. 

She ignored the tapping on the glass as she knelt before her stereo. She turned the knob to FM and turned up the volume. They had no doubt come to gloat over the fact that Drew's baby sis was an easy lay. Even now her pitiful cries as she begged them to take her taunted her. Her nipples itched against her lacy pink bra as she remembered how they then had. She had secretly had a crush on them for years, ever since she was fifteen. And now she knew what is was that made all the girls ring up her brother. Could she ever feel comfortable around them again, now that they knew how much she liked them? Would this humiliation ever end? 

She squealed as hands tightened around her waist and lifted her off the floor. "You pigs!" she cried, kicking out at her captor. "Get out! I don't want to talk to you. " 

She heard Drew's chuckle in her ear as he carried her over and plonked her on her desk chair. His hands on the arms, he turned her around so she faced the bed where Adam lay, his hands tucked casually behind his head. He was tall and lean with dark brown floppy hair and melting chocolate brown eyes. Every time she saw him he had a different girlfriend, all of them pretty and bubbly with big breasts. Jealousy twisted through her as her own tiny breasts came to mind, and quickly following on from that was the image of Adam's mouth tugging on the tender rosy nipples. A throb began between her thighs. 

"Well, that's a shame, because we want to talk to you."

Why did they have to be so gorgeous? she wanted to wail as Adam winked at her. She quickly glanced away, blushing. Drew knelt before her, and she glared down at him, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Devilish green eyes met hers, and she lifted her chin. 

Warm hands cupped her knees, before sliding higher under her skirt. She stilled, her heart racing. The fingers splayed over her skin beneath her skirt, making goose pimples rise as they glided higher. 

"Go away," she mumbled, squirming slightly in the chair. 

"I want to kiss you, Katie. Like I did on the beach."

She blinked, confused. Did he mean...A whimper escaped her as he pushed her skirt up higher, baring the tops of her thighs and the lacy pink panties. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed her unresisting knees apart and he moved to kneel between them. 

"I don't think-"

"Shh" he murmured, his gaze fixed firmly between her thighs. His hands cupped beneath her knees and tugged, and her fingers gripped the arms of the chair to keep from sliding off. Her bottom rested on the edge of the chair, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her. 

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his fingers traced the trim of her panties along her leg, tickling her. She dragged her eyes away from the dangerous sight of him there, only to find Adam watching her, a strangely intent look on his face. Her breathing turned shallow at the lust she saw there. He wanted her. Her, his best friend's annoying kid sister. 

She quivered as fingers skated over the crotch of her panties, and she knew Drew could feel the growing dampness there. 

"Take off your shirt, Katie," Adam commanded. Her lips parted in shock. Yet strangely she found herself fumbling with the pearl buttons, until the shirt gaped, revealing the valley between her breasts and a glimpse of pink lace. Shyness prevented her from revealing her small breasts to his wandering gaze.

She was conscious of Adam looking at her Drew's fingers teased her lightly between her thighs. Her hips arched as Drew pushed the lace between her plump lips, stroking along the damp valley. The movement thrust her breasts against her top, and she saw Adam swallow hard. He rose from the bed, and she saw that the fly of his jeans strained across the thick ridge there. He wanted her, she repeated to herself in amazement. 

She whimpered as Adam moved to stand behind her. Her breasts rose and fell as his fingers gently tugged the band from her long blonde hair until it spilled freely over her shoulders. She felt him kneel behind her, his breath stirring her mane. Fingers slid over her shoulders and closed over the sides of her shirt, peeling it back from her breasts. He tugged the shirt down over her shoulders, until the material bunched around her elbows, pinning them to her sides. 

Her lashes fluttered close as Adam's fingers glided down over her chest, slipping beneath the lace of her bra to cup the tiny mounds. She moaned as he pinched the rosy nipples into hard peaks, rolling them. Electricity shot between her thighs, and she squirmed. 

She offered no resistance as Drew's fingers curled over the band of her panties and tugged them down over her thighs, baring her to his intense green eyes. Warm lips closed over her neck, distracting her as her panties were pulled down over her ankles. 

Moisture seeped between her thighs, and she was helpless to prevent it as they teased her young body. Tremors rocked her as Drew nuzzled between her thighs, his tongue darting out to lap at her. 

"Oh, God," she whispered, melting beneath the wonderful sensations of his mouth kissing between her trembling thighs. "This is wrong, it shouldn't be happening..."

"This is right, Katie. Very, very right," Adam muttered against her neck as he sliding down the thin straps of her bra. "The three of us are good together." She had no time mull over that last comment as Drew sucked on the throbbing flesh between her thighs until she was writhing on the seat, soft cries escaping her. She tensed as she climaxed, her empty pussy clutching on thin air as his tongue probed her dewy lips as Adam's fingers teased her bared breasts. 

She offered no resistance as Drew rose before her and scooped her up, his arms sliding beneath her knees and her back. She clung to him, her face pink. He laid her gently on her back on the bed.

Her breaths came in small pants as the pleasure slowly ebbed between her sprawled thighs. She doubted she could have moved just then even if she wanted to. She watched beneath lowered lashes as they swiftly undressed, tugging their tops over their heads and unzipping their jeans and kicking them off. She caught her breathe at the sight of them, hard and thick. She remembered the feel of them sliding inside of her, filling her, and she moaned softly. 

What had they done to her? She had a boyfriend. Her mother was downstairs, cooking dinner. He was her step-brother. Yet all she could think about was stroking them, feeding them into her mouth as her tongue tasted their salty skin. 

She saw Drew pull a small tube from the pocket of his jeans before he lay alongside her. The bed dipped as Adam joined them on her other side, and she swallowed hard. She felt like a mouse caught between two hungry lions as there gazes moved over her, not touching her. 

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since the beach," Adam told her with a small smile as he brushed a wisp of golden hair back from her dazed blue eyes. Her drew her onto her side so that they lay face to face. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her, his tongue tangling sweetly with hers. She felt the brush of him against her belly, and blushed. Could she do what his eyes were asking of her? Heat shimmered between her thighs. 

Fingers drew her hair back, baring her neck. "Put your thigh over Adam's hip," Drew murmured against her ear. His hand drew her skirt up until cool air rushed over her bottom. She did as she was bid, feeling vulnerable and exposed as Drew's hands captured her wrists and pulled them above her head. Drew tugged up her shirt, but to her consternation, he did not release her wrists from the cloth, but somehow tied the shirt around her wrists, binding them together. 

Her words of protest were swallowed by Adam's kiss, her half-hearted struggle only causing her nipples to rub against his muscular chest. The delicious friction made her arch, pushing her bottom back into Drew's hands. Drew's fingers stroked her bottom, following the cleft between her cheeks, and she instinctively clenched against the strange caresses. Pete had never touched her there. She whimpered as a hand lightly slapped her thigh. 

"Relax, Katie, trust us," Drew murmured. She unclenched her bottom hesitantly. Drew slipped lower, seeking the tiny bud nestled between her glistening lips. He teased her until the tension left her body, then slowly returned to the cleft of her bottom. She wiggled as he rubbed something gel like against her, circling the tiny entrance, teasing her, pushing against her. 

Again his finger left her, only to return, pushing a glob of something inside of her bottom as his finger slid a fraction inside of her, then out, then in. 

She moaned against Adam's mouth, not too sure about this new, strange sensation as Drew worked his finger into her bottom. She felt Adam's fingers slide over her belly, raking through the blonde fleece to discover her wetness. His fingers teased her, and she shivered. 

Her fingers struggled with her shirt as fingers played with her pussy and bottom, a quivering heat building between her thighs. Two fingers sunk into her tight channel as another slid deeper into her bottom. 

She cried out, pushing down on the fingers impaling her. The knowing fingers stroked in and out of her, coaxing her melting body into a frenzy of need.

A mouth caressed her nape, the breath warm and heavy on her neck. Hands guided her bottom back, and she whimpered to feel Drew's large knob sliding down her cleft. He couldn't, could he? 

A thumb rubbed over her nub as fingers plunged into her pussy, distracting her as Drew pressed threateningly against her tiny entrance. She tore her mouth from Adam's as Drew pushed against her, sliding a fraction up inside of her. A full, burning sensation drew soft whimpers from her as Drew lodged the head of his cock in her bottom. 

Adam's mouth captured her nipple, sucking hard as his fingers worked her between her spread thighs. Tears filled her eyes as Adam pushed forward, surging deeper inside of her. He stilled, allowing her time to adjust, before sliding deeper still. She shuddered around him as he surged to the hilt inside of her, trying to dispel him. Her eyes widened as he rocked within her, tears trembling on her lashes as her mouth gasped at the intensity of sensations. The feel of him lodged in her snug bottom as Adam teased her pussy and nub almost drove her into orbit. 

Drew said "Now." She didn't understand, until she felt Adam's fingers withdraw, only to be replaced with the throbbing shaft. His hand between their bodies guided him to her slick entrance. Her lashes fluttered close in ecstasy as he probed her, before slowly sliding up between her tight walls. Her pussy fluttered as the delicious friction of being stretched on two cocks. 

Slowly they moved inside of her, and she whimpered, lost to the pleasure as she spiralled into ecstasy. She writhed and arched between them as they finally found a rhythm, storming her pussy and bottom with their thrusting shafts. 

"Untie me, please," she begged, wanting to touch them, but they ignored her. Hands held her hips firmly as they slid deeply inside of her. Their grunts filled her ears as they plunged inside of her, and she felt that coiling tension building between her thighs. 

"I can't believe how tight you are," Drew groaned against the skin of her shoulder as he quickened inside of her straining bottom. Hot seed spilled into her bottom as he jerked in her as he bit down on her flesh. She cried out, pushing down on him as she gripped him tightly inside of her. 

Katie whimpered as Adam slipped from her pussy. She barely registered their murmurs as hands guided her so that she lay on top of Drew, his soft cock still in her bottom. Her hands were still tied above her as he back relaxed against his chest. His thighs wedged between hers, drawing hers wide apart as Adam climbed over her, his weight resting on his hands. He gazed down into her wide blue eyes as slowly he entered her, pushing up inside of her, then slowly easing out. 

Drew played with her breasts, molding them to the shape of his hands as Adam worked his cock inside of her, the movement causing her to slide on Adam's thickening shaft. The pain was bearable now that he was soft, and she was slowly beginning to enjoy the feel of him there in that wicked place. 

She closed her eyes against the intensity of sensations washing over her, feeling her body going up in flames. She screamed as she came, so loud that Drew was forced to cover her mouth with his hand as she bucked furiously between them. 

Adam plunged inside of her, thrusting deeply as he drove into her rippling channel as though he would push out the other side. He spurted deep in her womb as he came with shuddering thrusts. 

He collapsed on top of her, his face pressed against her neck. Eventually he eased himself onto his back beside her. When she could, she forced herself to struggle off Drew, and climbed from the bed on trembling legs. 

She collapsed to her knees on the carpet by the bed, struggling to get the shirt untied from around her wrists. 

"I can't believe how hot your sister is," Adam mumbled. "I think I'm in love."

"Fuck off, she's my sister," she heard Drew reply. "I have first claim."

"Hey," she exclaimed, not sure if they were kidding around. "I'm still here, you know." 

She finally worked free of her school shirt, and threw it at them. "And just so you know, neither of you have a claim on me. Hell would freeze first."

"I hear it has been awfully chilly there of late," Adam said conversationally to Drew as he pushed the shirt sleeve off of his face. 

Adam laughed. "Did you hear that Katie? No point in playing hard to get. We know you want us badly." 

Katie harrumphed as she pulled on her fluffy pink robe and tightened the belt before swinging back to face them. Both of them lay naked sprawled on her bed, watching her with the calm confidence she assumed all arrogant twenty-two year old uni students had. God, every cell in her body screamed at her to climb back onto the bed and let them have their wicked way with her. 

"I already have a boyfriend," she declared, crossing her arms over her chest. Drew's eyes narrowed. 

"Pete? You're still seeing him?" Adam asked casually. Too casually.

"How do you know about Pete?" she exclaimed. She hadn't even told her mum that they were dating. "Wait, I don't want to know." She bent down and started scooping up their clothes, conscious of their eyes watching her every move. Trying to act casual, she backed toward the door. With a quick, mischievous smile over her shoulder, she unlocked the door and slipped through, dashing for the bathroom at the end of the hall. She dumped their clothes on the tiled floor and locked the door behind her. Then she quickly dashed to the window and pushed it open. Standing on tip toe, she peeked along the back wall of the house. It wasn't long before she saw two nude men swearing as they jumped from her balcony to Drew's. She covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled uncontrollably. 

She would show them 'hard to get'. 

Her Secret Crush Ch. 03



Katie heard the front door slam and almost knocked her glass over. Her mum and step-dad were at a friend's barbeque, so it could only be one person. Adam. Ignoring the tingle of excitement in her belly, she twisted the ice tray onto the sink and watched as several cubes plopped out. Scooping them into her glass, she pulled the fridge door open and reached down for the bottle of coke.

She bit off a scream as warm fingers trailed up her inner thigh and pulled on the elastic trim of her cotton panties beneath her skirt. She flinched as the band snapped against her tender flesh.

"Pig!" she cried, slapping the hand away as she brought her knees quickly together. She turned around to face her step-brother, and swallowed hard. One tanned muscular arm was planted flat against the freezer door while the other held onto the fridge door, blocking any escape. The top of her blonde head just reached his shoulders, and she had to tip her head back to look up at him. Devilish green eyes met her narrowed blue ones. 

"Stop it." She tried pushing against his chest, but he wouldn't budge. A blush rose in her cheeks as his eyes wandered down on her white tank top with a noticeable lack of bra, skimpy denim skirt, long legs and bare feet. He looked as though he wanted to devour her. Would she, could she, stop him? 

"Stop what?" His lips quirked as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and glared at him. For one frightening second she thought she had spoken aloud. 

"You know exactly what. You're my brother. I have a boyfriend."

"I don't see him anywhere around. And step-brother, to be precise."

"Oh, so now we're being precise." She rolled her eyes. Her nipples tightened, no doubt from the cold fridge air on the back of her legs. She knew they pushed against the soft cotton of her tank top, and knew that he knew it too. "Go away," she hissed. 

"What will you give me if I do?"

"What do you want?" Then bit her lip at her own stupidity. 

He smiled. "To touch you."

"W-what?"

"Let me touch you how I want, then I'll let you go."

"You can't be serious, Adam." Her voice was husky, her tone almost pleading. He knew she had a crush on him. That she couldn't resist him. That she secretly liked every thing he and Drew did to her. And he was intent on using it against her! 

Adam guided her up against the kitchen bench and kicked the fridge door shut with his foot. Her breath caught as his palms glided up over the sides of her thighs, drawing up her barely-there skirt.

His gaze locked on hers as a finger hooked over the top edge of her panties. Her breath caught as he teased the blonde thatch of curls, a muscular thigh pushing between hers. 

"Mum and Dad will be home soon," she whispered, unable to look away from those knowing green eyes.

"Liar. We both know they will be gone most of the day."

She squealed as he dropped a melting ice-cube down her panties. She squirmed at the strange coldness against her most secret places, struggling to remove it. But Adam captured her wrists with one hand while a large palm pressed against her mound. Water soaked her panties as the ice melted against her heated skin as she struggled against him, her breath coming in short pants.

Fingers slipped beneath the crotch of her panties, rubbing the ice against her tender flesh until it melted completely. A cool finger stole up inside of her, and she rose up on her toes as her body arched. 

His body shifted, his hardness brushing against her as he let her wrists fall. Fingers stroked her wet flesh, tormenting her. Katie twisted, breaking free from him and tugging down her skirt. He made a grab for her, and a gasp of laughter escaped her at his disgruntled expression at her swiftness. 

Katie backed around the kitchen table. "I let you touch me, now go away." Her body throbbed, but she refused to be an easy lay. He could call one of the millions of college girls always ringing up to see if he was around. She had no clue as to why he kept hassling her when plenty of girls would gladly spread their legs for him. 

"I lied too." 

"Huh?" she asked, her hand feeling the door to the backyard behind her for the knob. 

"I'm going to more than touch you." He lunged and she squealed, twisting the door knob and tugging it open. She raced out into the sunshine, her golden hair streaming out behind her. He gave chase, swearing, and she giggled at her laid back brother losing his cool. 

Her long legs carried her around the pool, and she pushed an upright wooden sunbed in his way. If she could get around the pool and back into the house again, she could lock him out with the safety chain on the back door. 

She was looking over her shoulder as he hurdled the bed, and her distraction almost caused her to trip over the hose. Looking down, she didn't notice the large body looming before her. 

She screamed as arms caught her about the waist, using her momentum to swing her around and up off the ground. She clung to familiar broad shoulders, frightened he would drop her. "Drew, put me down!"

He chuckled against her ear as he carried her toward the pool edge. "What do you think, Adam? Sounds like Katie needs to cool off!"

"No, no, no!" she cried, squirming against him. She wrapped her thighs around him, clinging to him as he stood dangerously close to the water. 

"She does sound overheated," Adam laughed, reaching out and snapping her panties again. To her utter humiliation, her skirt had ridden up over her hips, revealing her pink and white polka-dot panties with green trim to the whole neighbourhood. 

"No fair!" she cried. Her traitorous body, though, was enjoying every moment. Her breasts were crushed against Drew's chest, and the hard ridge of flesh rubbed against the crotch of her panties. Drew held her as walked her over to the sunbed and tumbled her onto the flat mesh cushion. 

Katie lay there, her legs splayed over the sides of the bed, glaring furiously at the smug pair with their hands on their hips. Struggling into a sitting position, she swept her blonde hair out of her face. Belatedly she pushed her skirt down to hide her wet panties as best she could. She hated the way her body tingled and warmed, readying itself like it never did for her boyfriend, Pete. 

"What do you want?" she asked churlishly. They knew she liked them. She couldn't hide it. The mere thought of them made her wet. Yet it was so wrong. He was her step-brother; there were laws against that kind of thing. And as for taking both of them inside of her at once, well, her friends had a word for that too. 

A look passed between them before Drew answered. "We want to play a game."

Something about that look made her insides squirm. "What sort of game?" 

"Who gets to take your panties off," Adam answered, a smile curving the edge of his mouth.

"What!" she cried, trying to get up, but hands on her shoulders pushed her back down into a sitting position. She struggled uselessly as Adam pulled something from his back pocket and her heart almost stopped. Hand cuffs! With white fur trim! Heat shimmered between her legs as her wrists were dragged above her head and first one wrist cuffed before it was slipped through the wooden slat before closing tightly about her other with a snick. 

Katie tugged on the cuffs, as she sat there with her legs crossed, glaring up at them. She was both amazed and shocked that they had done this too her and at what they clearly intended to do to her. She knew they would soon discover how wet her panties were, and not from the ice. She fought back a blush. "I'm going to cut certain body parts off of you if you don't uncuff me right now. Both of you. Slowly. With a sharp knife."

"That's what I love about you, sis. You're a feisty one." Adam chuckled, and she glared at him, secretly pleased. 

"Pick a number between one and six," Drew asked. 

"Why?" she asked suspiciously. 

"Just pick one."

Katie rolled her eyes. "Five." And watched in disbelief as Drew pulled a die from his pocket and rolled it across the cement. "You can't!" she cried at the same time he called "Three."

Adam scooped up the dice and rolled. "Six!" 

Her eyes widened as Adam came to stand over her, his gaze flickering down over her singlet to her denim skirt. Putting one knee on the edge of the sunbed, he reached over and flicked the top button of her skirt open and tugged down the zip. 

A soft moan escaped her as he tugged the denim skirt down over her hips and ankles and tossed it carelessly onto the grass. "Hey, that's my favourite skirt!" 

"Pick a number."

She thought for a moment. "One," she huffed. 

Adam rolled the dice. "Five."

Drew rolled. "Three. My turn." Her heart raced. 

Drew came over and eyed her singlet. To her shame her nipples tented the thin fabric. "I can't get it off with the cuffs on," he said to Adam. Adam tipped his head consideringly. "I could get some scissors. Or you could rip it off."

"No, not my Ben Lee singlet!" she cried, kicking Adam in the thigh and uncaring of the view she gave them. "Just pull it up, there's no need to take it off." 

Adam laughed as he rubbed his leg. "You heard her, just pull it up." 

Drew straddled her thighs on the bed, his knees on either side of her. He ran a teasing finger across her belly just below the hem, watching her all the while. She squirmed slightly, the movement making her breasts jingle. His warm hands settled on her hips, and glided up, his thumbs hooked over the top of the singlet. Slowly he revealed her golden belly and the white triangles with their rosy tips. A whimper escaped her as he leant forward, capturing a nipple between his teeth. His other hand slid up and down in the valley between her thighs, pressing her panties into her dampness. With one last tug on her nipple, he left her, easing off the sunbed. 

"Pick a number," Adam called. 

"Don't," she begged. Her body ached, wanting to feel them filling her. 

"Either you pick a number or you pick one of us. The choice is yours." Her shocked gaze flew to Drew's. She moistened her lips as she looked from one to the other. They were both serious. 

"If I picked one of you, would the other have to leave?" she asked curiously. Something told her they were talking about more than her skimpy panties.

They looked at each other before Drew answered. "If that's what you want. Or they could stay and watch." 

Something about his tone of voice made her think he didn't like where this was heading. Was he worried she would chose Adam over Drew? And then she had to ask herself, could she choose between them? Adam was more demanding, and there was something exciting about her brother taking what he wanted. Drew was more gentle and caring of her pleasure, and she loved how he enjoyed playing with her pussy. 

"Come on Katie, stop playing games." This from Adam. 

She knew she would remember the look on their faces for later, because somehow she had stumbled across something she hadn't expected to discover. They were worried she might choose one over the other. And it wasn't a competitive thing. What did it mean?

"I'm not. I'm…thinking." She chewed on her bottom lip, not sure whether she could do this. She sat on the sunbed with her hands cuffed above her, her singlet pushed up over her small mounds, her girlish spotted panties on full display before the two university students four years her senior. Taking a deep breath, she whispered "One."

Was it relief on their faces? All too soon Drew rolled the dice. "Two."

Then Adam rolled. "One." And smiled wickedly at Katie. 

Her body clenched. She missed what he said to Drew, but Drew walked back to the house. Then her eyes were all for Adam as he caught her ankles and lifted them high in the air with one hand as he straddled the wooden sunbed facing her. Without warning he hooked a finger through the crotch of her panties. He tugged playfully on the wet material, drawing them down her hips an inch. 

"Ad-dam," she breathed heavily, feeling both excited and extremely vulnerable cuffed to the sunbed. 

She heard whistling as Drew strolled back. In his hand he held an object that made her heart race; a pearl pink vibrator. 

"Oh, no. Oh, no." She wriggled on the bed as Adam slipped her panties over her knees, exposing her pale bottom and thatch of curls to their view. She gasped as Drew leaned over and slapped her bottom playfully. "Be still."

Adam juggled her ankles in his hands as he drew off her panties and tossed them near her skirt. He then let go of her ankles, and her legs fall over his. She blushed as her secret place was exposed fully to his gaze, her hands tugging on the cuffs as his warm hands pinned her thighs open. Drew came to stand beside Adam, gazing down at the glistening pink flesh shamefully on display. 

"She's incredible," Drew murmured, passing the vibrator to Adam. Katie squeezed her eyes shut as a low buzzing filled her ears, a blush stealing down over her breasts. She'd never tried a vibrator despite the comments of her friends, and now worried she wouldn't be able to control herself. 

"Oh!" she cried as Adam glided it along her folds. Her heart raced, and she was afraid she would embarrass herself. He teased her flesh, making her squirm and buck before them. Soon she was panting, her skin flushed and dewy. 

A moan escaped her as the now silent head of the vibrator probed her dewy gate. With little warning Adam began pushing and twisting it against her heated flesh. Her body arched, her pussy gripping the narrow length as it slid up inside of her. Her breath caught and her body stiffened as it began to buzz between her spread legs with a jolt. Pulsing shocks of incredible sensation tore through her. She had never experienced anything so intense, like lightening shooting through her pussy. Adam leaned over her, licking and suckling on her breasts. Drew knelt down beside her, taking the other in his mouth. 

Gasping moans escaped her as she felt her orgasm built, her face flushed, her body writhing. She could have cried when Adam reached down between her spread legs and switched the vibrator off. "Pig!" she whimpered. He and Drew didn't stop teasing her tender breasts. The sight of them both their heads against her breasts excited her uncontrollably. 

Katie swallowed hard as Drew rose and untied his laces of his board shorts, her eyes following them as he shoved them down over his tanned hips. His shaft sprang free, thick and long and angry.

"I want you to suck me." Drew crowded her, pushing the glistening tip against her lips. She opened greedily to him, taking him in. Her tongue flicked at him, tasting him as she breathed in the heady musky scent of him. 

She almost bit down on Drew when Adam reached between her legs and switched the vibrator on. As it was, he groaned as her teeth scraped him. Her pussy twitched and rippled around the invading plastic, her lungs struggling for air. 

Drew began to rock in her mouth, pushing deeper with each thrust. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing, sucking him hard, but her brother was distracting her. Adam teased her pussy with the vibrator but each time she came close, he stilled the vibrator. She was wet, her dewy heat dripping down her thighs. She cried from the frustration of it, her voice muffled around Drew's cock. 

Drew's fingers tangled in her blonde hair as his muscled belly filled her vision with each thrust. She craved him, taking him in, her lips and tongue teasing along the length of him. 

Katie whimpered when Drew pulled from her mouth. She heard Adam say something, then Drew pushed on the sunbed's side lever. The sunbed went completely horizontal like a bed. She lay there gazing up at the blue sky, stunned by the intensity of sensations rocketing through her as the vibrator buzzed deeply within her. 

She tried to clench her legs together when Adam switched the vibrator off and began to tug it from her swollen flesh. She wanted to come so much! Drew held her knees apart as Adam slid it free, her back arching. 

Adam knelt on the end of the sunbed and pushed on her legs until her knees touched her breasts. Her lashes fluttered close as he and Drew gazed upon her for what seemed an age. He shifted against her, his hand between their bodies. She felt him then, sliding along her valley. A moan escaped her as he came to rest against the heart of her. 

Katie's breath came in short pants as he pushed against her, stretching her uncomfortably around him as he sunk slowly inside of her. Her body clung to him as he slid deep, filling her pussy with the thickness of his cock. 

Her body shuddered as he began to move, slowly at first, then with deeper, longer, more powerful thrusts. The delicious agony and ecstasy of him lodged in her secret place made her crazy. Her whole body clenched as an orgasm rolled over as her brother drilled her wet pussy. She cried out at the incredible intensity of sensation rippling through her, her head thrashing side to side. 

Adam gripped her ankles high and wide as he rocked inside of her. "God, you love this don't you?" he breathed, his green eyes locked on her flushed face. She couldn't answer, yet her young body's responses were enough. She felt so deliciously wicked being cuffed and spread before them, their obvious desire for her turning her on all the more. Drew lazily stroked himself as he watched them, waiting for his turn. 

Small moans escaped her as Adam plundered her tight channel while his thumb pressed against her tiny pink ring. She moaned, pushing down on him as the quivering ecstasy began to build. 

"Oh, fuck!" Adam cried. He grunted and groaned as he furiously plugged her tiny pussy, his head thrown back. He was ruthless, plunging deep inside of her scalding tightness with a forcefulness that made the sunbed shudder. Then warmth flooded her as he jerked inside of her, his body shuddering. 

Time passed unknowingly as she lay there dazed. Adam kissed the inside of her ankle as he struggled to catch his breath. "I've never met anyone like you."

His words drew her back to reality, and she gazed up at him, her blue eyes slumberous, a tiny smile curling her lips. He nipped the skin of her ankle before sucking hard.

Adam eased from her body, making her gasp. As he lifted himself from her, cool air rushed over her heated skin. He hadn't even bothered to undress, and the knowledge that this turned her on should have shocked her.

She lay open before them, her thighs spread. The heat in Drew's eyes was incredible. Her gaze flickered down to the hard shaft still glistening with the attentions of her mouth, and swallowed hard. Her body clenched in anticipation. Oh boy. 

Katie remained silent as Adam fiddled with her cuffs, releasing her wrists. And gasped as Drew scooped her up against him, his arms beneath her knees and shoulders. She clung to him as he swung around. 

"No, oh, no!" she cried as he headed for the pool. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, refusing to let go as she remembered his earlier threat. She crued out is surprise as Drew lunged into the deep end, plunging them into the sparklingly water. Katie choked as they twisted beneath the surface, her hair weaving around her. An arm snaked around her waist, dragging her upwards. Katie broke the surface with a gasp, Drew's laughter filling her ears. 

"You dirty toad!" she cried, pummeling Drew with her fists as he held her around her waist, his muscular legs tangling with hers. They moved and rolled together as they struggled to stay afloat.

Drew smiled and kissed her. His hand tangled in her wet hair at her nape, holding her face still as warm lips closed over hers. Water teased at her naked flesh as they struggled to keep their heads above the surface, caressing freely in places it never had before. The contrast of water against her covered breasts and bare pussy was intoxicating in its wickedness. 




Her Secret Crush Ch. 03



Katie moaned against his lips, tasting the salty water on them. His body was warm and wet, her breasts crushed against his solid chest. He guided her to the side of the pool, pressing her up against the tiled wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as his hands gripping the curved tiled edge above her. The pressure of his kisses forced her head back against the wall. 

She gazed back at him, water glistening on her clumped lashes. She didn't know what excited her more, knowing he wanted her, or not knowing what he would do next. The way he was pressing against her made her think he might try and take her in the pool. But he wouldn't, surely? 

Even as she thought it she felt his hand between them, guiding his shaft between her legs. She moaned under her breath as he rubbed over her nub before pressing against her entrance. He slid up inside of her with exquisite slowness, her tight walls yielding to his invasion. He began to rock slowly inside of her, the movement of his hips buffering the water against her. 

"Oh, God, Katie. I can't stop thinking about you, about this," he muttered against her neck as he finally worked himself to the hilt inside of her. 

She pressed down eagerly on him as he drove up into her yielding tightness, one arm wound around his shoulder. Her other hand glided down to grip his butt as she turned her head and kissed him.

He moved endlessly inside of her, swiveling and thrusting, fast then slow. The combination of cool water and his hard warmth was intoxicating. She was helpless against the tide of sensation as his grinding shaft threw her over the edge. 

He groaned against her ear as she gasped for breath, her body clenching around him as his pelvis bumped against hers. He rammed violently inside of her, pounding her as she arched against him, her young body giving up to pleasure. 

He spilled deeply within her, pouring into her silken warmth as she clutched him to her. His forehead pressed against hers, his grunts mingling with her tiny cries. Long moments passed before her breathing began to ease.

The release of pressure was intense as he slipped from her. She slid down into the water, kissed his flat belly before kicking out for the shallow end. She swept back her hair and strode up the steps. Turning, Katie twisted her hair in a long rope as she mock glared first at Drew, and then at Adam where he lay on the sunbed, hands behind his head. The look on Adam's face was awe mixed with something else, something darker. Was it jealousy?

Katie knew she must be a sight. Water streamed down her tanned skin in rivulets. Her singlet clung to her small breasts, their hard rosy tips clearly visible through the thin material. She wore no panties, and her blonde curls were on shocking display. 

Yet the heat in their eyes made her pussy tingle. She gripped the hem of her singlet and pulled it up over her head. Balling it up, she threw it at Adam. He caught it against his chest with a splat. 

"I want it dry-cleaned," she declared. Turning, she strolled toward the back door. The silence that followed said more than words could. 

Then she heard running feet on the cement, and screamed and giggled as she raced for the back door, intent on locking them out. 



Her Secret Crush Ch. 04



"Wake up, sleepy head."

Katie wiggled deeper beneath the doona, pulling it up over her head. It was Saturday morning, she wasn't meeting her friends at the mall until lunch, and she had no intention of getting out of bed before 10am. 

She felt the tickle of cool air over her toes, and she scrunched them. When something tugged on the doona, she instinctively tugged back. But the stronger grip one, and the covers were drawn from her body to reveal her skimpy singlet and hippopotamus bottoms. She flung an arm over her eyes in silent protest as brightness flooded her sleepy world. 

"Go away," Katie grumbled. She lay sprawled on her back on the bed, one hand out to her side, a knee drawn up. She was unaware of the picture she presented, rumpled and warm, each breath drawing the singlet tight over the firm thrust of her breasts, their nipples budding from the cold. Her silky blonde hair was spilled out over the pillow like a cloud. 

Katie was unprepared for the yank on her pajama bottoms. They were to her knees before she thought to tug the bottom of her thin cotton singlet over her rainbow-brite undies. She squealed as her loose bottoms were pulled over her kicking legs and tossed at her head. 

"Dreeww!" she cried, blinking blearily at him as she pushed the material away. He leant over her, one knee on the side of the bed. "What the hell?" There was no mistaking the gleam of interest in those devilish green eyes as they moved over her. 

Then he reached for her undies! Katie gave a muffled scream as she wrestled him for them, wiggling on the bed and unaware of the show she was giving him. He tickled her belly, drawing a reluctant giggle from her lips as she rolled onto her front to escape further torment. Her golden mane was a tumbled mess, her bottom pert in the cotton panties. 

"Pig!" she gasped as his weight settled alongside her. She was so busy struggling to hold onto her undies that it took her several moments to realise he had his hand down her undies. His thigh pushed between hers, his warmth pressed along her side as his mouth opened against the nape of her neck. 

She moaned as his fingers found her, massaging her awakening bud. "Drew, stop it!" she protested weakly, her hips wiggling. It felt so good to have him touch her there. But so wrong! There were laws against this sort of thing, not to mention their parents were someone in the house. Katie would be grounded until she was twenty-one if they found out she was having sex with boys. Imagine how they would react if they discovered her having sex with her step-brother? 

Katie pushed at his hand with hers, trying to close her thighs. He chuckled against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His drew his knee up, pushing her legs even further apart as he shifted over her with more of his weight. One hand slid up beneath her singlet to capture her tiny breast, molding it. 

What was her brother up to? Did he think that every time he got the urge, he could come bother her? Drew was four years older than her eighteen and could have any girl he wanted. Why he was hassling her for sex was beyond her grasp. Her mum often joked about the number of girls calling up and asking for Drew, even though he lived on campus. Every time she saw him at the mall or somewhere else he had a different perky girlfriend with big bouncy tits that he seemed to adore. Hers were tiny with pouty pink nipples, and lacked the oomph required to burst or spill out of clothing. 

"You are such a jerk," she moaned, thinking of his girlfriends. She felt throbby and achy as Drew teased her down there, her nails digging into the pillow. Perhaps if she lay still and ignored him, he would lose interest and leave her alone? 

Why did she feel about her brother this way? Because she couldn't deny the sight of his dark brown hair, tanned muscular shoulders and chest, the sexy way he walked, always made her throb between her thighs. It was because she was sexually inexperienced, she told herself. It had been painful and awkward with her boyfriend Pete. Her friends told her it would get better the more she did it. And she was doing it more, but with Drew and his best mate Adam and not her on-again off-again boyfriend! It was just her bad luck that it began to feel good with him and Adam and not Pete. If she let Pete do it again, perhaps she would not be such an easy lay for her brother? 

"Why don't you go tug on yourself and stop bothering me?" she muttered sulkily. God, he must know she had a big crush on him.

"You love every minute of it," he replied back. She could sense the knowing smile in his voice, and she blushed. Then bit her lip as he slipped a finger inside of her. Oh.

That day on the beach with him and Adam could be put down to a freak occurrence. A once off, never to be repeated, always left unsaid, event. Only it kept happening. And she couldn't ask her friends for advice, even if it would make them all jealous. There were laws! 

"No I don't." Her breathing was uneven as she fought to lay still and pretend nothing was happening between her legs. But she had that familiar tightening feeling as he slid it in and out of her. She wanted to scream 'mercy' as he pushed another finger inside of her, stretching her. "Oh."

She squirmed on his thrusting fingers as he kissed her back and shoulders, her nipples hard where they rubbed against the bed. He felt warm and heavy where he rubbed against her, making her weak with wanting. 

"The door's unlocked," she mumbled, pushing down on his fingers. Any excuse to stop, because it felt sooo good. 

"Mum won't expect you up for a while yet."

Katie grumbled when he withdrew his fingers. Then his words registered. Mum. Eek. "Does she know you're here?"

A choked whimper escaped her as he pushed against her, lodging inside her tight entrance. She lifted her hips to try and ease the stretching feeling, and he surged deeper. Ooooh. 

"Give me some credit." He slid deep into her young pussy, groaning. "I didn't announce myself and ask do you mind if I go upstairs and give your daughter a good morning fuck?"

He began to stab at her eager pussy with short thrusts. She wiggled beneath him, feeling the wetness gather as her body clung to his large poking shaft. Her breathing was shallow and raspy even to her own ears. Her blood drummed with excitement, her body eager and wanting. But he was her brother!

"But what about your car? Did you park it out front?"

"Jesus Katie, my dick is in your pussy. Enough with the questions, my brain is a little busy right now."

Katie giggled, then quickly found herself caught about her hips and dragged her onto her knees as he knelt behind her. Katie clung to her pillow as he began to plunge into her with long, forceful thrusts. His thumb stroked her nub, making her dance and ripple on his shoving pole that filled her to bursting. It felt really really good to be fucked by her brother. There was none of the awkwardness she had had with peckering Pete, as she silently dubbed him.

Her muffled cries turned ragged as he pounded into her without mercy. He grunts filled her ears, his fingers clenched on her hips as he dragged her back onto his thick prick. Her hand slid down beneath her to cup his swinging balls, and the shudder that ran through him could be felt deep inside. 

"Hell," he groaned, throwing his head back as he pummeled her. His fingers slid through the tangle of wispy curls between her spread legs, finding and playing with her until she wanted to beg for mercy. 

When she came, her whole body stiffened, her lips parted on a silent gasp. Then shudders tore through her as he groaned behind her, bunching himself up deep as he worked her clutching pussy. 

He shuddered as he came, spurting hotly inside of her quivering heat. His weight collapsed on her, dragging her to the bed.

"God I needed that," he murmured against her hair when finally they lay spooning together. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all night, remembering how it felt to be inside of you, your scent, your silken hair." His hand tightened possessively about her breast. "And I knew I didn't want to share you with Adam."

Katie bit her lip, not sure what to say. A small part wanted to scream it was for her to decide who she did what with and when, not Drew. The greater part of her was simply shocked into silence about his confession. More than the words itself, he was telling her that she was important to him. Holy hell, how did Katie feel about that? 



Her Secret Crush Ch. 05



Author's note - sorry I've keep mixing up the names of Adam and Drew. Drew is the step-brother, and Adam is his mate. 

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Katie tried focusing on her homework, but it was no use. All she could think about was Drew and Adam, Adam and Drew. Hot steamy sex with her step-brother and his best mate. She hadn't known tongues could do those things to her fun parts. And it didn't seem she had it in her to resist them, even though it was wrong. Besides laws against that sort of thing, her mother would ground her until she was ninety if she found out Katie was having sex, let alone sex with two guys. 

Just the thought of them made her squirm on her chair. At the oddest moments visions of what they had done to her flitted through her mind, and her panties turned damp. It was hell on doing maths homework. 

She slipped her hand down under the table and pressed it against herself. Even a light touch through her panties was enough to make her throb. She reluctantly pulled her fingers away and sighed. She had to study for a maths quiz. Now was not the time to give in to fantasies. 

"Katie!" She jumped, almost slipping off her chair. 

"Yeah, Mum?"

"When you have finished your homework, come down and set the table."

"Ok."

Picking up her textbook, she tried to make sense of the mathematical formulas and equations. After re-reading the page four times, she slumped over the desk, her forehead resting against the open textbook. Study by osmosis, not. She watched the rise and fell of her breasts, the way her nipples were pressing against the soft cotton. The memory of Drew sucking on them snuck into her head. The breath shuddered from her lungs. 

She could last five minutes without thinking about Drew and Adam, couldn't she? Yes! 

She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, fiddling with the long strands before plaiting some. What was her problem? She had gone eighteen years without sex, now she couldn't last a week? That thing about guys thinking about sex more often than girls was complete trash. Or maybe it was that girls thought about the guys they wanted to do it with, rather than thinking about actually doing it? Katie smacked herself on the forehead. Not helping, she told herself. 

With a groan she pushed back from her desk and slammed out of her room. Perhaps setting the table will get her mind off Drew and Adam, since avoiding them for the past week hadn't worked. As Katie clattered into the kitchen, a strange thought crossed her mind. What if her mother could read her mind by just looking at her. Eeew! 

~*~

Going out with Pete had been a blunder. Easily one of her worse. They were pulled up outside her house in his rusty two-seater truck. The windows were wound down to allow for natural air-conditioning, and the street was quite except for a couple of barks down the road. 

She was sort of leaning against the door, half facing him. He was kissing her neck, one hand down her thin t-shirt and playing with her breast rather roughly, the other finding her polka-dot panties. 

In a moment of weakness, she had caved when Pete called. She had been thinking about starting afresh with him, wondering if things might be better now that she had some experience. Her friends told her the first few times weren't always that great and that it eventually got better. And with Pete, it hadn't been great. Neither of them had known what they were doing, and Pete, usually so confident around girls, seemed to turn really shy and nervous, which made her nervous and uncomfortable. Katie wondered if it was as bad for Pete as it was for her, but maybe it was different for guys? 

Now they were outside her home, and she wanted to escape, but not so noticeably that Pete took offence. Katie had thought giving Pete a good night kiss was just that. 

She wiggled against him, trying to hide her grimace as he squeezed her breast too hard. For once she wished she had the type of parents who waited up to make sure her date didn't get fresh. She gasped when Pete slipped his finger under the edge of her panties and tried to find her pleasure button. Unfortunately, he took her gasp it as a sign of encouragement. Oh geez, she didn't know how to tell him to stop without seemingly rejecting him. Again. 

She could just imagine it. "Pete, I like you, we've been dating for a year, we've had sex about three times now, but you just don't turn me on. And since I dumped you, I got it on with my gorgeous step-brother and his friend, and they really know how to turn me on. You understand, don't you?" Then Pete would say, "Sure thing Katie. Friends?"

"Pete, stop..."

He was rubbing a bit hard, and she tried not to wince. Then she almost fell out of the car when her car door was swung open. She screamed. Cool air rushed over her as she gazed up at her broad-shouldered step-brother, his face cast in shadows. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. 

"I-uh, it's n-not what you think," Pete stammered, trying to cover his pants. Pete's face was bright red under the car interior light. Katie knew her face was equally red as she struggled ungracefully to reach the road with her kitten heels while straightening her denim skirt. She couldn't bear to look at Drew, and thankfully there was a car door between them because she didn't know whether she wanted to hug him or strangle him. 

Drew's folded arms rested on the window frame. "Well, Pete. I happen to think you were feeling up Katie. Trust me, I hope you enjoyed it while you did, because if I ever find you sniffing around Katie again, I'll cut your small prick off."

Drew slammed the door shut. After almost a minute of silently watching Pete fumble with his car keys, the engine started, and the tyres squealed as Pete drove off. 

Katie stood there, hands in her back pockets as she watched the red lights disappear around the corner. "That wasn't very nice. I think you frightened him." 

"Serves him right for trying to get into your pants." Drew shrugged. 

"He wasn't getting into my pants," she managed with a blush. Unable to look at him, she turned and hurriedly walked along the garden walk way toward the front door. 

"That's not what it looked like." He followed close behind her, so he had a good laugh when her heel got stuck between stone pavers. 

"It's none of your business. We cooled it for a while, and now we're seeing if we can work things out." Never again. 

"I saw what "work things out" means." 

Did he have to sound so amused? How much could Drew have seen, anyway? Drew made her mad at times, like right now. So what if her boyfriend didn't know how to turn her on, it wasn't a crime. "Pete was really trying. Unlike you, he doesn't have the advantage of having slept with every girl on campus, or near about."

"Jealous?" Was this jealousy? She didn't plan to stick around to find out. 

"Do I have reason to be? You're here, aren't you?" She stuck her tongue out at him before racing up the three shallow steps and fumbling with the front door latch. 

One hand pressed against the door above her head while he caught her arm, swinging her around and pushing her back up against the door. Her heart pounded. "Since I am, you better make it worthwhile. " 

His mouth landed on hers, hot and hard and oh so good. He crowded her beneath the shadowy overhang, his hands cupping her face. She moaned as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his hips grinding against her. One hand slipped along her thigh to snake up and clutch her bottom, dragging her even closer. 

"I can't stop thinking about you. The way you feel, the sounds you make when you come, your skin, your scent. You're driving me mad." He groaned, hard and heavy where he pressed against her belly. Fingers reached beneath her skirt and curled around the front of her panties, dragging them down her long tanned thighs until they fell to her ankles. 

"Drew," she murmured at the sound of his zipper being yanked down. His tongue tangled with hers as he lifted her by the ass against the door, grinding himself against her. Katie moaned, tingling throbs making themselves known down there. Her whole world narrowed down to the delicious friction of his hardness rubbing against her tender flesh. "This is wrong." But if felt too good. She held on to him, her legs wrapping around his hips as she arched against him. 

Her arms around his neck tightened in protest as he shifted away from her. Before she knew it, he was back, only the blunt head of him was wedging itself up inside of her. Katie gasped against his mouth as her tight walls yielded around the determined path he forged deep inside of her. 

When she went out with Pete tonight, she hadn't planned on ending up making it with her step-brother against the front door of her home! 

"Harder," she begged. 

Drew half laughed, half groaned as he rammed himself deep in her slick tightness. "Do you like the feel of me fucking you, Katie?" 

"God, yes. More," she cried. 

They thumped against the door. Right then she couldn't care if her parents heard them, she wanted more. More of him, more of this. She squeezed and squirmed on him as she welcomed each fierce thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders. 

"Hold on." His arms slid under her knees to grip her bottom firmly before he staggered over to the wooden beach sitting beneath the lounge room window. He sat down, so that she straddled him with her knees resting on the cushions on either side of his hips, his cock seated deep within her as his mouth closed over hers. She began to move on him, tentatively at first, her inner muscles clenching and quivering around him. 

His hands slid up over her breasts, hiking the thin material up to reveal her light blue bra. His fingers slid beneath the plain cotton material, finding soft handfuls. She moaned against his mouth, rising and falling on him with growing urgency. 

His hot mouth trailed lower, pressing against the valley between her breasts as she bucked on his long length. The pressure of her bra fell away as he undid the front clasp. Thumbs stroked her pouting nipples, until they were tight with need. 

"Your tits are incredible. They are wasted on a jerk like Pete," he told her, before his mouth took a nipple prisoner. She so agreed. He sucked, nibbled and licked her like she was some juicy strawberry, sending thrilling heat down between her thighs. His other hand slid down over her bottom, fingering the naughty hole there. 

If their parents walked out onto the patio right then and demanded to know what was going on, she didn't think she could stop. Her coming right in front of them would be their answer. 

Katie met his every upward thrust, fighting to hold onto the tiny fragments of her being as the surging pleasure escalated through her. Her head was tipped back, her skin was flushed. She felt feverish, wicked. Far from the nice girlfriend who wanted to make her boyfriend happy but worried he might think her a slut. With Drew, she got what she wanted without knowing what that was or having to ask for it. 

She cried out as she came on top of him, her whole body tensing. He surged up inside of her, coaxing her on, his hand cupping her neck as he gazed into her eyes. His other hand eased from between her thighs to grasp her hip.

They sat there for long moments, his lips teasing hers, her body quivering and rippling around his solid girth in the aftermath. 

When he pushed her off of him so that he slipped from her, she pouted in confusion. "You haven't..." 

"I will." He made her stand, and he rose, towering above her. Between them stood his dewy cock. Deft fingers caught the hem of her t-shirt and pulled upwards. She lifted her arms, then let them fall as the t-shirt was thrown aside. Then he slid her bra straps down off her shoulders, and it too fell to the ground. He reached for her tiny denim skirt with its thin red belt, only his hands landed on her hips, twisting her around. 

"Grip the back of the bench," he murmured in her ear. "Rest your knees on the cushions." His hand on the small of her back gave her a tiny push. Excitement dragged at her belly. 

She knelt on the low bench facing towards it back, her fingers curling over the back. She wiggled her behind at him, and he chuckled as his hands slipped down between her thighs. He pushed her knees further apart, until she was spread impossibly wide. The position caused her back to arch and her bottom to press outwards. Her skirt was like a thick belt for all the cover it afforded her. His jeans went flying to land near the front door. 

Her eyes closed as he surged against her, once, twice. Then he was there, lodged in her tight channel and pushing deep. She gasped as he surged to the hilt. Then stopped. His uneven breathing matched hers. She was poised as tight as a drum, waiting. A couple of streets away a car could be heard as it picked up speed. 

A whimper escaped her as he eased out a little bit, then pushed back. He did this over and over, until the length of his thrusts increased. Her need built with a tingly rush. 

"Are you seriously going to get back with Pete?" he asked, and a shiver raced down her spine. She shook her head, her blonde hair in it's pony tail feathering across her back.

"Good. I'd hate to have to hurt him." It didn't sound like it, Katie mused, but she was soon distracted. Fingers slipped down over her belly to tangle in the fleece at its base. He teased her there, strumming her until she writhed on his slowly thrusting length. 

He was driving faster, harder. She moaned, clinging to the bench, her legs spread wide with he teased her throbbing bud. He was grunting, his breathing uneven as flesh slapped against flesh. She was pushing back against him, her body seeking its own release as his fingers and cock pleasured her. Tears filled her eyes at the intensity of it all. He bucked against her, ramming deep, gasping cries escaping both of them with every forceful stab. He jerked in her tightness as his warm seed filled her, his fierce cry ringing in her ears. 

When finally he eased from her, he collapsed down on the bench and pulled her down across his lap. He pushed back damp tendrils from her face. He tugged the band from her hair, until it spilled down over her shoulders in a pale sheen. 

"Did you come home for dinner?" she asked. Drew usually stayed on campus during the week, and only hardly ever came home on the weekends. In between studying, the gym, working and making out with girls, Katie usually rarely saw her step-brother. 

"Yeah. Thought I'd borrow some milk, eat leftovers and give my sister a good seeing too." 

A startled laugh escaped her and she pinched his thigh. Although her body tingled in thanks at his 'seeing too'. 

So much for trying to avoid him until she figured out how she felt about everything. They both knew she couldn't resist him anything. Had she been asked a couple of weeks ago whether this annoyed her, she would have said yes. Now, she didn't care. She would take Drew anyway she could get him. 

"Glad I could assist. In any particular order?" She asked, and he laughed. 

"Leftovers, you, then milk." 

"Good to know."

Katie had had a not so secret crush on Drew and Adam since she was fifteen. She had been forced to pretend disinterest as her friends worshipped them in Drew and Adam from afar. Only now she had to pretend she didn't know exactly what it felt like to have sex with them the way her friends had only fantasised about. 

Katie never thought her crush could come to anything. Besides being her step-brother, a usually insurmountable barrier, both Drew and Adam were four years older than her eighteen, and very popular with the girls on campus. 

"Do you and Adam have sex with the same girl a lot?" Katie asked. She knew Drew and Adam were competitive in all things, girls, cars and stuff. Did they keep score of things like this?

"No. Only with you," he said. 

Oh. Relief welled in her, and she released the breath she didn't know she was holding. She liked knowing that they shared only her. Then a thought crossed her mind.

"Where is Adam?" she asked. "Do you think he heard us?" She climbed off his lap to kneel on the bench beside him, pulling down her skirt with one hand as she did so. Her other arm pressed against her bare breasts. Peeking through the window into the living room, she looked for Adam, but nobody was on the sofa before the tv. 

"There comes a time in a guy's life when they no longer wants to share everything with his best mate." 

Katie's eyebrows rose as her head swung around. What did that mean? Was this it?

"Since that first time on the beach, when you were so sweet and open and genuine, I think I was hooked. It just took me a while to figure it out. It doesn't matter to me that you're my step-sister, or that you've had the biggest crush on me forever."

Katie punched him on the arm for that last bit. But she could not hide the grin that spread across her face. Then her face fell. 

"But what about mum and dad? They'll kill us if they find out."

Thank god their parent's bedroom faced the back garden. Still, if one of them decided to come down stairs to get a drink and got an eyeful instead...

"We'll tell them eventually. It'll mean we have to sneak around for a while, probably until you go to college and move out. But by then, there is nothing they can do about it." Silence. "But no Pete, or other boyfriends. Or girlfriends for me. Ok?"

"What about Adam?"

"Adam will understand that you're off-limits from now on." 

She chewed on her bottom lip, secretly thrilled. It had always been Drew for her. Adam had been an incredibly nice fantasy, but if she had to choose, and she did, it was Drew first and foremost. 

"Ok," she whispered, slowly smiling. More than ok. "And just so you know, it wasn't a 'big' crush. It was more-

"Fibber." His hand shot out, tugging hers away from where it covered her breasts. She squealed as he dragged her down so that she lay face down across his lap, and hiked up her skirt. 

"Am not!"

"Are too." 

As his hand settled over her exposed bottom, she compromised "Well maybe." 

The end. 



Her Secret Crush Ch. 06



Katie pulled her school shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Then she reached for the side of her pleated skirt, prying open the button and drawing down the zip. Her body wiggled to the beat of Santogold playing on her ipod. The material landed with a soft whoosh at her ankles. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside with her Mary-Janes. All she was left standing in was her pink bra, green striped knickers, knee high socks and black shoes. She tucked her ipod into her knickers next to her hip.

Drew wouldn't be over for dinner for hours. That meant she had time to kill until she saw her step-brother. The thought of seeing Drew again after almost a week break made the thought of sitting still and doing homework unbearable. They hadn't caught up on the weekend because she went camping with her best friend and her family, and it was a long stretch between their family dinner each Wednesday. 

Sitting with her bum resting on the edge of the desk, she placed one foot on her desk chair and unbuckled the strap. Kicking off her shoe, she placed her other foot on the chair, and took that one off too. It was slightly chilly in the house, despite the warm afternoon sun. Unfolding the top of her socks, she pulled them up where they reached just above her knees. White socks were mandatory for school, but hers had a thin black line up the back that reached a drawn on bow just above her knee, like old fashioned stockings. What her principal didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Last week when Drew had come to dinner, he had left soon after the dishes had been cleared with an excuse he had to get back to campus to study for an exam. Then he had snuck around the side of the house and climbed up onto her balcony. And did things to her that their parents would kill them both for if they ever found out. She was damp just thinking about it. 

Maybe watching a DVD would distract her. Walking over to her bed, she was rummaging around in a plastic box beneath it when something pinched her high on the inside of her thigh. She straightened up with a jerk, a small scream escaping her. Arms wrapped themselves around her body, lifting her off her feet. 

Her heart racing, she struggled against the tanned arms holding her. "Jerk," she cried, when she realised it was Drew by the scent of his aftershave. He was hard where he pressed against her cotton knickers. Tugging the ear phones from her ears, she twisted her head back gaze up at him. "What's wrong with knocking?" 

"Then I wouldn't get to see your striptease," he told her, tumbling her onto the bed. It was obvious what he wanted. If she wasn't so annoyed, she would have been flattered. He could have any girl on campus. She was still surprised he bothered with her. She rolled over onto her back and pushed up onto her elbows, glaring up at him. He t-shirt was nowhere to be seen. 

"You were watching me?" He merely pointed to her wardrobe where the door was partially open. When her head swung back to him, it was to find him pulling down the zipper of his jeans, his eyes dropping from her chest to the V between her slightly parted thighs. It was only then that she remembered all she wore was underwear and socks. She flushed slightly, feeling out of sorts. Tugging the ipod free, she took her time pausing it and placing it on the bed beside her. 

She had wanted to see him for ages, and now that he was here, she was feeling kind of shy. Which was all sorts of stupid. She had had sex with him a handful of times now. But instead of things becoming comfortable between them like she expected, it was becoming more intense. She couldn't stop thinking about him. The ways she craved him was shocking. Was it because he was a secret that she couldn't tell anyone about?

He pushed down his jeans and boxers and kicked them away. His shaft bobbed, and her insides clenched at the wondrous sight of him. She found herself on her hands and knees on the bed crawling towards him. Her hand reached out, circling him, drawing him closer. Her lips parted eagerly, kissing and nibbling his hot length. Drew groaned, and she smiled as she took his hardening length into her mouth. 

His hands cupped her head, tugging the band of her pony-tail free. Her blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders, his fingers feathering through the thick strands. His grip tightened as her mouth moved up and down his shaft with enthusiam. His other hand slid down the column of her back until he found the clip of her bra, and the bra cups loosened over her dangling breasts. 

"God, Katie, what you do to me," he moaned, bucking against her mouth. Katie struggled to take all of him in, sucking in air through her nose. It turned her on knowing it was her getting him all worked up. 

She mewled in frustration as he pulled away from her. "Turn around," he told her. Katie sat on her heels, her arms crossed under her breasts. Her bra was slipping, and a pink nipple peeked out. 

"I want you to come in my mouth."

"I want to come in your sweet pussy. It's all I've been thinking about." 

Katie's mouth formed a soft "O". It still felt strange to hear her step-brother saying something like that to her. She had a crush on him for so long, it still felt impossible he felt the same way too. 

"Turn around," he told her again, more softly this time, his lips curving in a half smile. Katie still hesitated. 

"Mum and dad will be home from work in another hour." 

"So I'll tell them my classes finished early." 

"Did they?"

"No. But I wanted to see you again. It's been a week. My hand's sore from thinking about you." 

Katie chewed on her lip, biting back a smile. 

"You think that's funny?" He demanded, a dark eyebrow raised. 

Katie shrugged, and her bra strap slipped, revealing one breast with its puckered nipple. Her smiled widened as his green eyes narrowed. 

"The thought of me beating myself off thinking about you makes you laugh?"

Katie shook her head, trying not to laugh. He reached out and caught a blond chunk of hair, lightly tugging. 

"I think it does. And for that, I'm going to have to punish you." 

Katie squealed, rolling her long legs over the far side of the bed. She had barely risen from the bed before he pulled her back down. She climbed over to the far side again, and hands on her ankles dragged her back. She was grappling on her rug, but she couldn't get a grip. She half twisted on the bed, giggling, her feet pushing against his chest. The bed on its castor rollers squeaked and rolled several inches across the rug, hitting her bedside table. Her lamp wobbled, and she reached for it before it toppled to the floor. As she steadied it with her fingers flattening on its wide base, Drew yanked her knickers down. 

Katie squealed again as two fingers pushed between her thighs. She was laying three-quarters on the bed, her shoulder and head dangling over the side. Drew was standing with one knee of the bed, his leg straddling one of hers, his arm beneath the knee of her other leg and holding it high as his fingers played with her pussy. 

A moan escaped her, her hips arching as his thumb massaged her throbbing nub. Tingles ran up her legs to settle between her thighs. It felt so good, what he was doing to her. A week was a long time without even a solitary orgasm. Masturbating under the covers at night had felt like somehow she would be cheating on Drew, which was silly. 

Katie came, swiftly and intensely. Still his fingers plugged her, and she tried pushing them away, the feelings too intense. Then the familiar heat was taking over, and she was whimpering, her body pushing down on his fingers. Even though she wore next to nothing, she felt like she was burning up, feverish. She was so close, she could almost see her orgasm. But his fingers slipped from her, and she whimpered as he left her hanging there. 

"Don't stop," she begged him, but already he was pushing her leg back and across her body, the movement rolling her lower body over. Her knickers dug into her thighs just above her knees. His heated green eyes met hers, and she felt the heat tingle all the way to the bottom of her belly. 

"Turn around for me," he asked her once again. This time there was no hesitation, and she wiggled around on to her belly and lifted up on her spread knees and elbows. "That's it, Katie, stay like that for me." 

The bed shifted as he rose. Her fingers drew her pillow fully beneath her face as she watched him move around her room, going over to her desk. Her tummy clenched when she saw him walk back towards the bed with a handful of stuff, her wooden ruler covered in stickers the most obvious. 

"Drew..." her fingers curled in the pillow anxiously. The thought of him punishing her with the ruler didn't seem such a fine one. She was such a baby when it came to paper cuts, she didn't know how well she would handle being spanked. The craving between her thighs abated at the thought. "My pain threshold is like non-existent." 

"Relax. I promise to go easy on you." 

Katie squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. Relaxing didn't seem quite possible right then. Had he tried this with his other girlfriends? Jealousy tore through her. Katie had only slept with one other guy, and it had been over quick and not much fun. Peckering Pete hadn't tried any kinky stuff on her. 

Drew's fingers reached up to lightly stroke the glistening flesh between her thighs. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her bare bottom. A heavy feeling settled in her belly as anticipation and nerves strummed through her. His finger drifted up and circled her bum hole, before pushing inside. Her pussy quivered, but his finger was in the wrong place. 

Heat gathered in her pussy, and her body clenched and unclenched around nothing. After wiggling deep and pushing in and out a few times and making her gasp, he pulled his finger free. She wiggled her bottom at him, wanting him in her vagina, thrusting hard. Katie jerked when the ruler slapped her bottom. It wasn't hard, more humiliating than anything, but her flesh still stung. "Drew!" Then the ruler whacked her flesh again, and then again. It didn't matter which way she moved her hips, the wood found her with a resounding slap that made her ears turn pink. 

"Ow. Ow," she cried like the baby she knew she was, and the spanking blessedly stopped. His hands covered her bottom, gently massaging her tender flesh. 

"Be strong for me, Katie." 

Sucking in her breath, she waited for it. This time, when he spanked her, she was ready for the feel of it. Her body jumped each time he slapped the wooden ruler against her red bottom and upper legs. A strange heat settled between her thighs, growing with each light slap of the ruler. As he spanked her, it became almost like a lightning strike, each time the ruler landed heat zeroed to her throbbing nub. A moan reached her ears, and she was shocked to realise it was her own. A gush of warmth trickled from her pussy.

When the ruler began spanking up between her spread thighs to strike her pussy mound, Katie quite didn't know what to do. Each spank sent a shock vibration of heat to her nub, making her gush with moisture. What was Drew doing to her? 

She didn't protest when Drew drew her up onto her knees, and then off the bed. The ruler fell forgotten to the floor. She kicked off her knickers. He guided her over to her desk on wobbly legs, and sat her on the edge facing him. He kissed her, his hands running in her hair and down over her collar bone to her bra cups. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, drawing him nearer, her sock clad ankles hooking over each other. It didn't matter that her bum was slightly sore, she needed him inside her. Fiercely. Her hands slid up over his chest and shoulder, loving the warm feel of him beneath her hands. 

"Put me in you," he whispered against her mouth. Katie moaned, wanting nothing more. Her hand reached between them, closing firmly about his thickness. She arched up as she guided him to her weeping gate. His hand slipped beneath the cotton of her bra, cupping her breast while the other gripped the desk. 

She lodged the blunt head of him at her entrance, and the air rushed from her lungs as he drove hard, pushing up to the hilt with the first thrust. "Hell," he groaned, rotating his hips and drawing a gasp from Katie. His fingers teased her breasts, plucking and rolling their aching tips. He began to move, long, slow glides that drove her mad.

"Harder," she pleaded, her nails digging into his firm butt. He was thick and long as he worked himself inside her. He was so much bigger than Pete, and her walls stretched tightly around Drew as he plunged deep. The sound of her desk bumping against the wall was merely background noise to their gasps and moans. Shockwaves of heat were running through her, her body arching, her hips pushing down on him. His mouth was fused against hers, their tongues tangling. 

On and on he thrust into her, rolling his hips, stopping, and only starting again when she begged him. She didn't know what had come over her, but she wanted, needed more. Her nails raked down his back, her teeth sunk into his shoulder. He groaned, fucking her hard and fierce. She screamed against each slam of his hips, his cock tunnelling deep with each demanding thrust. 

His body tensed against hers, his hips jerking. Hot warmth gushed deep inside her, making her shiver. She cried out as she came, her clenching pussy milking him as she writhed and bucked on his sharp thrusts. There was a sharp edge to her orgasm, almost a desperation stirred up by his spanking. 

Her face was pressed against his shoulder, her arms wrapped about his neck as their breathing slowed. She had never come like that before, and she felt slightly shaken. If what Drew and she did on her desk counted as homework, no doubt she would get A's on her homework assignments. 

Drew pressed gentle kisses down her throat. It was only because they were so silent that they heard the slam of the front door. 

Katie jumped, and Drew swore. "They're home early!" she gasped at the same time Drew said "Fuck, my cars' parked out front. They know I'm here." 

"Katie! Drew!" her mother called. Drew pulled out of her, and she slipped off the desk in a mad panic. She hastily did up her bra and leaned over to jiggle her breasts in right. She rushed over to her French doors and pulled them open, letting fresh air into the room. Then she ran around and scooped up her uniform, pulling her crushed shirt over her head and zipping up her skirt. She brushed her fingers through her hair as she searched for her knickers. Drew had pulled on his jeans with a bit of a jumping action and was searching through the closet. Her fingers scooped up her knickers just as her door swung open. 

Her mum stood in the doorway, wearing grey striped trouser and a white blouse. Her black leather handbag was still on her shoulder.

"Hi mum," she managed, slightly squeakily. Moisture trickled down her inner thigh. "Drew was just helping me with my homework." Drew was behind her, and took her balled up knickers from her hand resting on the small of her back. 

Her mother frowned, taking in the sight of them standing guilty in the middle of the room, the slightly rumpled bed, the box of DVD's half pulled out, her ipod on the floor. If Katie wasn't already flushed from her orgasms, she knew she was starting to burn up under the watchful gaze of her mother. 

"This has nothing to do with your birthday next week, we promise," Drew added. Her gaze swung back to Drew's, eyes wide. He shrugged. 

"Alright," her mother said after a tense moment, her face relaxing. "When you're finished with your homework, come down and set the table you two. I thought steak on the BBQ and salad for dinner. Any objections?" 

Katie shook her head, and Drew said "sounds good." 

When the door was pulled shut but not completely closed behind her mother, Katie almost collapsed to the floor. They both listened as the footsteps moved toward the master bedroom.

"Oh my god," she mumbled, staring at the door. She pressed her hand against her pounding heart. Drew pulled her into his arms, his head dipping. 

She tried pushing him away. "You have so got to be kidding me! Mum's just down the hall." 

"But you're not wearing panties beneath your skirt." His big athletic body crowded her back against the wardrobe door. 

Her hand clapped against his mouth. "Shout it to the world, why don't you!" She strained to hear if her mother was coming back. When several long moments passed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Drew was watching her, a quirk to his lips. His free hand was resting on her hip. 

She stuck her tongue out of him and ducked beneath his outstretched arm where it had planted itself beside her head. Her escape failed when he drew her back by catching a fistful of her skirt. 

"They're safe in my pocket. And I'll give them back if you can convince me. But only if you don't scream." 

Her eyes widened as his kissed the corner of her mouth. His hand, finding its way beneath her skirt, was sliding up her inner thigh. Katie moaned as he cupped her swollen, glistening flesh. She was in trouble. When he sunk to his knees before her, she pressed her arm over her eyes, her breathing hitching. Deep trouble. She couldn't bear to watch. There was no way she could be quite if he went down on her. 

"Drew..." she ground out. But whatever else she was going to say flew out of her head when his tongue licked along her cleft. She bit her lip hard. Don't scream, she told herself over and over. "I'm not going to scream." 

When his tongue stuck up into her pussy channel, she screamed, the sound muffled by her hand.