by Mia Ford
“Pity,” Andrew called to Victor. “We really should’ve brought champagne for mimosas.”
Mom looked scandalized. “You’re my child,” she said. “You won’t be drinking in this house!”
Andrew snickered. “Carissa, I’m twenty-seven,” he said. “Last time I checked, the drinking age was twenty-one.”
Mom flushed scarlet. Her features turned angry. “My house, my rules,” she said through gritted teeth. “And you won’t be drinking, not when your father and I are around.”
Andrew shook his head and laughed. I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing – how the hell did he manage to stay so cool in the face of Mom’s ridiculous rules?
“Kristin, I don’t know how you stand it here,” Victor teased. He passed me an apple and winked at me. “These rules seem a little strict.”
“Yeah, Sis,” Andrew said. He raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, keeping his dark eyes locked with mine. I felt a shiver of arousal and lust course through my body and I shifted in my chair. My pussy was soaking wet, and the crotch of my panties was rubbing against my skin, making me feel intolerably horny.
“This is our house,” Mom said stiffly. “And we make the rules. Kristin does not pay rent, therefore she is obligated to do as we say.”
Andrew snickered. “She’s twenty-two, Carissa,” he said. Every time he called my mom by her given name, she flinched. It was almost enough to make me giggle.
“She’s still my child,” Mom said.
“She’s your child, but she’s not a child,” Andrew said. “Don’t you know that it’s dangerous for girls like her to be so sheltered?”
Mom and Dean glanced at each other. Just when I thought Mom was about to open her mouth, Andrew kept going.
“Girls like her get out in the real world and realize they don’t know anything,” Andrew said. “She’s going to like, wind up doing porn or dating some abusive asshole because she doesn’t know how to respect herself with people her own age.”
Mom’s jaw dropped.
“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” Dean said angrily. “Andrew, if you can’t learn how to talk to adults, you’re not going to be allowed at this table any longer!”
“So what, Dad?” Andrew countered. He shook his head. “I have my own place, and my own job – I’ve done just fine. But what you’re doing to Kristin is a crime,” he added. “And she should really have more autonomy.”
“Kristin, you want to come out with us later?” Victor asked. “We’re going out to dinner.”
“She most certainly does not,” Mom roared. “She’ll be staying in. Kristin is being punished. She lied to me, and she’s grounded.”
Andrew burst out laughing. “She’s twenty-two,” he repeated. “You can’t ground her, Carissa. You can kick her out, but grounding her doesn’t really work.” He glanced at me and winked. I felt a warm, delicious feeling spread from my lower belly to the rest of my body.
“Thanks,” I murmured under my breath.
“I’ve just about had it with you coming in here and giving my daughter dangerous ideas,” Mom said. “Your father and I are proud that you’ve managed to make it on your own, Andrew. But this isn’t the time to lecture us. Kristin is staying home today, and that’s final.”
I stood up, knocking my chair over. “Actually, guys,” I said. “I’d love to go. I finished my paper. I don’t have any more work to do until next semester.”
Mom stared at me, her jaw hanging open. “Kristin, think about what you’re doing,” she said slowly. “Think about this. Your actions have consequences. You can’t just run around with these boys, willy-nilly!”
“Or what, Mom?” I sassed, putting my hands on my hips. “You won’t let me have any dessert?”
My mom looked as angry as she had the day she’d slapped me, but she pinched her lips tightly together.
“Fine,” she said tightly. “Go out with Andrew and his ‘friend.’ Then you can see for yourself the horrors of the real world.”
“I will,” I said, smiling sweetly. “Thanks, Mom.”
Going out with Andrew and Victor was the most fun I’d had since leaving Boston. They even behaved themselves – they were still obviously vying for my affection, but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. In fact, I actually kind of liked it.
“I’m gonna head home tonight,” Victor said. He smirked. “I’ll leave the two of you alone with your beloved parents.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “God, like you’d want to miss out on all that?”
Victor laughed. “It was good to see you, Kristin,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug. I waited for his hands to grab my ass or for a kiss, but he did neither of those things. The hug felt almost brotherly, like we’d known each other for years.
“I guess it’s just you and me,” Andrew said with a smirk as we watched Victor drive away. The outside air was chilling me to the bone, but I felt so good standing alone with Andrew that I didn’t want to face Mom and Dean…at least, not yet.
“Yeah,” I said softly, my voice echoing through the winter air. “I guess so.”
“How are you?”
I sighed. “You saw my email,” I said. “So you know.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”
I nodded.
“Well, who knows,” Andrew said. “Maybe things will get better.” He crunched over the icy snow in the driveway and held open the door for me. “After you,” he said.
I felt crushed. I’d been hoping that as soon as Victor left, Andrew would invite me back to Boston. He couldn’t expect me to stay here alone, could he? Of-course he could, I thought bitterly. Why would he feel the need to help someone he barely knows? He’s probably just visiting as a courtesy – that’s all. It’s not like he really cares about me at all.
“Did you have fun?” Mom was standing in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at me. “I’m surprised you even came back.”
For once, I wanted to smack her.
“I had to come back,” I said stiffly. “I live here.”
“Hey, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Dinner soon?”
She glared at him. “Yes,” she snapped. “Your father and I have been waiting for almost an hour.”
As soon as she walked out of the room, I rolled my eyes.
“She’s a piece of work,” Andrew muttered under his breath as we walked into the living room. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”
“I can’t for much longer,” I whispered back as we walked to our places at the table and sat down. “She’s driving me crazy.”
We barely talked at dinner. Dean even had a book out, resting on the table. He forked meat into his mouth with one hand, flipping pages with the other.
When I felt Andrew’s toes against my leg, I jumped and cried out in surprise.
“Eek!”
“Kristin?” Mom looked up. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and blushed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Sorry.”
Andrew kept his toes against my leg, slowly rubbing up and down. The contact of his skin against mine was driving me wild and I had to clutch the edge of the table so I wouldn’t start losing my mind, right then and there. Inside my new bra, my breasts tingled with excitement. I want him to touch me again, I realized, staring deeply into Andrew’s dark eyes. I want him to make me come.
After dinner, I went up to my room, trying to hear snatches of conversation from downstairs. Andrew was arguing with Mom and Dean over something, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I changed into a pink crop top and athletic shorts. My silk panties were soaked with arousal, but I didn’t change them as I climbed into bed.
Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning, I thought. Maybe then I’ll really know what it is that I have to do.
I woke up with a start at the sound of a loud noise. When I saw Andrew’s shadowy figure moving through my room, I cried out in alarm.
“Oh my god,” I yelped, covering my hand w
ith my mouth. “You scared the hell out of me!”
Andrew held a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he whispered. He grinned and winked at me in the darkness. I realized that my panties were soaked with arousal, even now, and I shifted uncomfortably in bed, feeling exposed in my crop top and tiny shorts. Before I could stop him, or say anything at all, Andrew climbed on top of me. Through the cotton blanket on top of my bed, I could feel that he was rock hard.
“Do you like that,” he whispered, pressing his erection into my ass. I whimpered, slowly, as he stopped touching me. Gently, he used one of his legs to drive mine apart, and rubbed his thigh between my legs. The rough pressure sent spasms of pleasure through my body; unconsciously, I ground back against him.
“Andrew,” I panted, my sore nipples begging for his touch. “Please.”
“I should show you a few things,” he said quietly into my ear, pulling his hands out of the front of my top. My nipples throbbed against the fabric of my top, aching for more of him. I didn’t say anything; I felt my tense body slowly start to relax in his warm, strong arms.
“Why?” I asked, willing my voice not to tremble. Andrew stroked his fingertips down my arms, giving me goose bumps.
“Kristin,” he said gently, nuzzling my neck. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck me, just by myself, without Victor?”
I blushed madly, not answering.
His fingers were lower and lower, and he stroked a hand across my lower belly, skimming the edge of my shorts. I felt a lurch inside and felt my skin get hot, a whimper catching in the back of my throat.
“I think you want me,” he teased, “or you’re a damn good liar, not to mention a horrible tease. Imagine, my little sister, the biggest cocktease I know,” he said, in a more thoughtful tone, as he continued to stroke my belly, pushing my shorts down and fingering the edge of my panties. My crotch pulsed; I wanted his hand to keep moving further and further even though I felt so humiliated. I was turned on like never before, not even when I’d been with him and Victor together.
“Maybe,” I gasped, struggling against his grasp. He tightened his other arm across my chest. “Maybe I just want to see what it’s like,” I said, biting my lip and looking down.
He slipped one of his fingers inside the elastic of my panties, teasing the little tuft of pubic hair. I squirmed against him, biting my lip. He pulled his finger slowly out of my panties and shorts, running his hand back up and over my hard nipples. “You are such a little slut,” he nuzzled me. “You want it so bad and you don’t even know.”
“Please,” I groaned, both out of desire and the incredible frustration he aroused within me. “God, please don’t stop touching me!” I wriggled, wanting more.
Andrew laughed, pulling his hand away. “And now you’re so thirsty,” he said, in a quiet mocking tone. I blushed bright red, attempting to sit up and push him away. Andrew didn’t even let me get a few inches off the bed; he tangled his hand in my messy ponytail and pulled me back down. “I’m not done enjoying you yet,” he teased, running his eyes back down my body. I licked my lips, feeling exposed. My heart was slamming against my chest; the tension in the room was driving me insane.
“So what are you going to show me,” I asked, trying to flirt. Andrew gazed at my face, then gently slipped his hands under my pink crop top and slid it up, letting my breasts pop out. I could see my erect nipples, and he grinned at me, licking his lips.
“I’m going to show you the kinds of things you’ll do just to get off,” he said. A chill ran down my spine.
“What do you mean?”
He grinned, looking wolfish. “You’ll see.” My heart pounded; I didn’t really have a clear idea of what he meant, but it sounded so ominous. Andrew got to his knees, his erection straining the front of his soccer shorts. My mouth felt dry; I swallowed, unable to keep my eyes away. It had looked so big earlier; I didn’t even know how it was going to fit.
“It’s not going to hurt,” Andrew said, still grinning. “At least not much.”
I arched my back, making my breasts rise up, and Andrew rubbed his fingers over my hard nipples, teasing me. I moaned, feeling my discarded crop top bunch around my neck. He slid his hands down my breasts, gently dragging his fingernails on my tender flesh. I squirmed, eager for more of the rough pleasure he was flooding my body with. Andrew’s fingers stopped just over my thin panties; he slid one of his hands between my legs and rubbed. I moaned, loudly, gasping for air.
“You are so wet,” he said, in amazement. He made a fist and pressed it against me, using his thumb to rub slow, torturous circles over my clit through the material. I gasped, wriggling against his hand, desperate for him to take my panties off. He slipped his hand away and I jerked my hips, whining. Andrew gave me a stern look before raising his hand back and gently slapping my pussy. I gave a spasm, trying to pull my legs together. The pain faded into pleasure, and I wriggled back down, pleading at him with my eyes to touch me more. Andrew stared hard at me, and I let my eyes wander all over his taut, perfect body. I wanted to feel him gasp and moan, to make him feel the same exquisite desire that he’d given me.
I sat up and pulled my crop top over my head, tossing it on the ground. My nipples were so hard they strung, and I scooted back on the bed, motioning for Andrew to come closer. With trembling fingers, I reached for the waistband of his soccer shorts, tugging them down his legs. They caught on his erection, and it bobbed free once he was naked. There was a tiny drop on the head of his beautiful cock; shaking, I leaned down to lick it. He tasted salty and damp, but not unpleasant, and he smiled at me in encouragement, leaning back. I licked the head of his cock, listening to him moan. It felt so satisfying, and giving him pleasure was really turning me on even more. My panties were bunched between my legs, completely soaked. As I licked the head of his erection, Andrew rolled his eyes back in his head and let his head flop back. I took more of it into my mouth, savoring the feel of the soft, hot skin.
Suddenly, I felt Andrew’s hand on my shoulder. He pushed me up, gently, and rolled me over on my belly, spreading my legs. I was face down on the mattress, blushing furiously. I knew he could see everything between my legs, and that knowledge made me throb with pleasure and shame. I felt so exposed, and it was embarrassing how much it was turning me on! Andrew pushed my body up a few inches, and the rough bedspread scratched my nipples, making me purr into the bed. I heard a rustling sound, and felt weight on the bed as Andrew sat beside me.
“Lean your head up,” he instructed, sounding shaky. I licked my lips and lifted my head, staring at him. His cock was throbbing and standing straight up; I felt a momentary flash of fear at the thought of how much it would hurt. Andrew reached up and wrapped something around my head, blindfolding me. After a moment, I realized it was my pink crop top. He twisted it into a knot and rolled it into place at the back of my head, pushing my head back down into the mattress. I couldn’t see anything; I was completely blind. The room was silent; I listened for sounds of Andrew around me. My whole body was begging for his touch.
“Andrew?” I whispered, muffled into the bedspread. No response. The air in the room felt cold, and the crotch of my panties rubbed against my clit whenever I wriggled on the bed, hoping to entice him. After a few minutes, I realized I was being tested. Ohmygod, I thought, in a panic when I realized what he wanted me to do. What a pervert! I thought, even though I was the one spread-eagled on his bed, waiting for him to fuck me. Shame flooded my body, but my clit was throbbing. Squirming, I reached my right arm under my body and uncomfortably down to my crotch, rubbing at myself through my panties. Against my will, I moaned, settling into a more comfortable position and stroking myself through the wet silk. Knowing that he was watching me, I reached down with my other hand, and pulled my panties to the side, showing him exactly where I was pleasuring myself.
“Mmmn,” I moaned, purring into the mattress.
“Good girl,” I heard Andrew whisper loudly.
I moaned, rubbing at mysel
f with abandon. Spasms of pleasure were rocketing through my body, and my hand was sopping wet with my juices. Just as it was starting to feel really good, Andrew reached down and yanked my hands away, pulling both of my arms above my head and pinning them there with his own. I heard his hot breath in my ear as he leaned close, and he grunted as he stretched down, rubbing his big fingers against my exposed pussy. He squeezed my wrists together and moved down the bed; I felt his weight kneeling between my legs. His fingers moved up my legs and took hold of the fabric of my panties, pushing my legs together in order to slide them down. I trembled at the thought of him really seeing and smelling me without any cover; my whole body flushed scarlet. Andrew grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs into a spread-eagled position on the bed. The cool air on my exposed pussy felt amazing and I desperately wanted to touch myself again.
I felt something wet and warm on the back of my thigh, going dangerously close to my pussy. My whole body relaxed when I realized it was Andrew’s tongue: I could feel his damp breath on my naked body, and I could hear him panting with desire. Gently, his tongue traced little patterns all over my thighs and moved closer to my labia, the strokes growing harsher. Andrew clamped both hands over my ass cheeks and spread me, making me recoil up and back, mortified. But he was stronger than me, and his hands stayed firmly on me, spreading me so far open that it hurt. My clit throbbed; I squirmed and moaned on the bedspread. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside of me, pulling back out and lavishing my clit with stroke after heavenly stroke. I moaned loudly into the bed, arching my back and trying to open myself as much as possible to him. His breath teased my clit, he sucked at it and nibbled and licked until I was writhing in frenzy, screaming and panting. His tongue brought me to the edge; I could feel my juices soaking into his bedspread and coating his face. I ground furiously against him in pleasure, reaching my hands under my body and pinching my own nipples, reveling in the pain. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; a small, hot feeling started building inside me with more and more intensity until I was shrieking.
