Subject: Teasing My Boyfriend's Brother
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: November 6, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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My boyfriend Steve had picked me up to take me to a party but when he
forgot his wallet we had to go back to his house first. While he hunted
for it I had some fun teasing his younger brother. Jim got to see more
of his brother's girlfriend than ever before. Before it was over I even
talked Steve into putting on a little show!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Ready to Party
Chapter 2 - Steve Forgets His Wallet
Chapter 3 - Teasing Jim
Chapter 4 - Steve Gives His Brother a Lesson
Chapter 1 - Ready to Party
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Steve is the sixteen year-old brother of one of my best friends, Sharon.
As I was a just a fourteen year-old soon-to-be Freshman when we started
dating, it made me proud that a handsome Junior boy was taking such an
interest in me. I'd given Steve my virginity this past summer and so far
he was the only boy to have sex with me. No doubt that fact didn't hurt
in keeping his interest - I'm not THAT na‹ve you know. In fact,
sometimes it seems like we do it almost every day but that's as much by
my choice as his. Sharon also has a younger brother but like most
thirteen year-old boys, Jim is unbelievably immature, especially compared
to his sexy older brother. I've never paid much attention to him
although I knew he was always staring at me like I was some sort of
alien. That was no big deal to me as a lot of guys were starting to look
at me the way he did, especially in the past year or two.
Earlier in the week Steve had promised to take me to a party. It was
suppose to be one of those deals where someone's "enlightened" parents
served alcohol under the theory it was better to do it in a "controlled"
atmosphere than having their kids go out and get in trouble. Although I
didn't really care about the drinking part, I DO love to flirt. Steve
likes to show me off to his friends which turns me on as well although I
never have done anything more than tease them mercilessly - the more the
better so far as Steve is concerned. He seems to love showing me off,
knowing that when all is said and done, HE is the one that gets me no
matter how much I tease anyone else. Besides, I had no doubt at some
point we would find somewhere private in the house to have some fun on
our own.
Checking myself out in my bedroom mirror while I waited for Steve, I
smiled as I thought to myself how turned on he would be when he saw the
outfit I'd picked out. To me it was the perfect party outfit - not
enough to actually show anything but terribly suggestive as to what was
barely being covered up. The black skirt was extremely short, even by MY
standards, and it barely covered my cute little butt (OK, so I'm proud of
it). I'd picked it out after seeing one my friends figure skating and
realized that the skirts she was wearing would be perfect for flirting.
Of course, I wasn't planning on wearing the tights she wore to cover
herself up! All I had to do was bend over just a little and it would
ride up my ass, revealing the skimpy black string thong I had on
underneath. Granted, normally I avoid wearing panties and I especially
despised thongs (think about it guys, how would you like to walk around
with a wedgie all day?) Still, I had to wear SOMETHING with this skirt
to avoid being arrested for indecent exposure!
On top I'd chosen a skin-tight sheer white blouse through which my black
lace bra was clearly visible - which is why I was wearing the bra in the
first place. A pair of black four inch strap-on heels completed the
outfit. Turning away from the mirror, I look over my shoulder and
smiled. This was my best "profile" as my boobs weren't developing as
fast as I wished they would. It seemed all my friends had these great
boobs going and here I was still trying to justify an "A" cup (well,
technically a training bra but a girl can dream).
I guess that's why I loved wearing clothes that emphasized my ass. I
couldn't claim any credit for it since I didn't work out, did sports, or
anything like that. I guess I had to thank genetics for granting me a
tight little ass that filled out my jeans perfectly. I loved Steve to
touch it and hold it while we walked through the mall or when we were
with his friends. Sometimes when nobody was looking his hands would
wander and work their way between my thin legs and my pussy started to
tingle as I remembered the last time he'd done just that.
With my eyes closed I sighed softly as my fingers pushed aside the thong
and lightly touched my fuzzy pussy. God it had felt so good when he
touched me! I rubbed my clit slowly as I dreamed of his fingers on me,
teasing my clit and exploring my pussy. My pussy was already wet as I
pushed my own finger up in me and I gasped as goose bumps seemed to break
out all over me. I started to think of how later tonight Steve would be
taking off my thong and licking me, tasting my pussy as my short pubic
hair rubbed against his face. Then he would fuck me and I'd be moaning
as I added another finger in me while I dreamed of his wonderful cock
entering me. He had fucked me over at his house the day before but that
now seemed like centuries ago as I continued to masturbate.
Left to my own devices, odds were I would've been lying in bed before
long with my thong down at my ankles or on the floor while I fingered
myself to a massive orgasm. However, that wasn't going to happen as just
then my mom walked in on me, interrupting my little play time. Now I
don't mean to imply that she did something bad. On the contrary, my door
is ALWAYS open as I shared everything with my mom and had nothing ever to
hide. In fact, she was the first person I told when Steve first fucked
me! I've been masturbating for a few years now and undoubtedly she's
seen me do it a number of times since we first had our mother-daughter
"talk" about it. I wasn't embarrassed for her to see me playing with
myself although normally she didn't make a point of interrupting me when
I was doing it.
"Ahhhhhh, thinking about going out with Steve again?" she asked, a
motherly smile on her face.
I paused to answer although my hand never left my pussy. While I didn't
mind being polite and respectful in answering her, that didn't mean I had
to deprive myself as well. "Yeah, we're going over to the Drakes
tonight. They're letting Diane and Jordan throw a party tonight.
"Well, look out for yourself then. I've heard some of the other mothers
talk about their parties and they seem to be pretty wild."
"Oh Mom!" I whined, "I'm not twelve years old anymore you know."
For crying out loud, wasn't that the whole point such parties, to be
wild? I loved my mom dearly but sometimes she could be TOO protective.
My mom just smiled again and ignored my pleas. Then she shook her head as
she took in my outfit.
"Hmmmmmm, not exactly leaving much to the imagination tonight, are we?"
"I was just hoping Steve would like it," I said defensively.
"Oh I'm sure he will," she laughed, "And I'd be willing to bet so will
the rest of the boys."
"Oh don't worry mom, you know Steve is the only I let do me," I assured
her.
"So, is that the thong and bra set your father bought you last week?" she
asked, changing the subject yet again for some reason. He said you
really looked good in it when you posed for him.
"Yeah, what do you think of them?" I asked, turning around in a circle so
she could see me from all angles, "He really liked them on me. He took a
bunch."
"Well, he's always had pretty good taste when it comes to lingerie," she
said, nodding her head as she inspected my thong. "Although you might
want to think twice about wearing that thong and skirt together if you go
anywhere more public than that party."
We both laughed together at that one.
"So your dad had you pose in it?" she questioned, "He didn?t mention THAT
to me."
"Well, I tried it on in the store when we were shopping but the old prude
there wouldn?t let him in the dressing room so we had to wait until we
got home for him to see it on me."
My mom just sighed and then laughed a bit saying, "Well it was probably
better you waited until you got home anyways. The bra's not so bad but
that thong..."
I knew what she was referring to but the thong was why my dad chose it in
the first place. I had to be a little careful as when it rode up it
practically slipped in right between my pussy lips but my dad didn?t seem
to mind. Something told me Steve wouldn?t either.
My mom continued, "Well, Steve's going to be here any minute but I think
you have enough time to show your dad some appreciation."
Mothers! Always trying to make sure you thank people and what not for
everything. My dad likes to buy clothes for both of use, especially
lingerie, and I had to agree with my mom - he DID have pretty good taste.
Many a time Steve had complimented me on an outfit I was wearing that my
dad had bought me although I never told Steve that it was my dad's
choice. I wasn?t embarrassed to shop with my dad but I didn't want Steve
to get any weird ideas. My dad may enjoy shopping for women's clothing
and I got a kick out of modeling them for him when he gave them to me,
but that was as far as it went. I mean really, get your minds out of the
gutter; he's my dad, not my boyfriend!
Even though I would've preferred to take the time I had left to finish
myself off, just to make my mom happy I grabbed my purse and headed
downstairs to the family room in our basement. My dad was watching TV as
usual. He looked up from a legal dossier on his lap when I walked
in. His eyebrows raised and a smile came to his face at the sight of his
only daughter dressed like a street walker.
"Well daddy, what do you think?" I asked as I twirled around, causing the
skirt to fly up and expose the thong and 99% of my little butt.
"Well... I think you look like a brazen slut!" he teased me. "The skirt
and blouse add a certain something to it."
I leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and he smacked me on my all but
bare bottom playfully. "So how long will that outfit be staying on
tonight?"
"Oh Daddy!" I exclaimed, pretending to be shocked, "You know I'm not that
kind of girl!"
My dad laughed, "Yeah right... I just happen to know you ARE just that
kind of girl!" Then he looked over at my mom who had come in behind me.
"Hey Mary, our daughter here claims she's not a slut. What do you think
mom?"
"Hey, don't look at me. It wasn't ME that bought her that outfit you
know," she replied, shaking her head.
I turned to go but my dad smacked my bottom playfully. "Hey, no goodbye
kiss?"
I looked at my mom who was wagging a finger at me for forgetting.
Leaning over, I balanced myself placing one hand on his shoulder and
another on his crotch. Our mouths met and we kissed, his strong arms
reaching around me and pulling me in tighter. His tongue pressed against
my lips which parted to allow him entrance. I felt him gasp slightly as
I pressed down on his crotch, teasing him playfully.
Just then I heard a horn honk and knew Steve must have arrived. I stood
up and caught my breath as my dad rearranged his pants.
"Well, at least TRY to behave yourself," my dad called out to me as I
started towards the stairs. I didn't say anything but just blew him a
kiss and grinned naughtily. He knew me better that! If my parents
really expected me to "behave" my mom wouldn't have had my gynecologist
put me on the pill!
Sure enough, Steve's car (or more precisely, his mom's car) was parked by
the curb and Steve was looking out the window to see whether or not I was
coming. I waved goodbye to my mom who was standing in the doorway as I
climbed in the passenger seat. She grinned back at me and I had to
wonder if she wasn't wishing she was in my heels.
Chapter 2 - Steve Forgets His Wallet
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No sooner was I seated in his car than Steve looked at me sheepishly
saying, "Uhhhh, sorry but we have to go back to my house first."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I forgot my wallet," he said lamely. I rolled my eyes and huffed
a bit dramatically. Much as I loved Steve, the boy was always forgetting
something. Thank god his dick was attached or he might forget THAT as
well and then where would we be! Fortunately his house wasn't that far
away so it was a quick trip. When we got there he turned off the car
and twisted towards me.
"Why don't you just stay here while I go find it?" he offered, sticking
his head back in the door after getting out. He didn't even wait for an
answer but instead closed the door and headed into the house.
Well excuse me! It WAS November and I really didn't feel much like
sitting out in the cold with bare legs so I decided to ignore him and
follow him in where I could stay warm. Although I had a warm jacket on,
it wasn't like I had all that much on lower down to keep me warm!!
It was more than just personal comfort that I had in mind. There was
always the chance that nobody would be home. It wouldn't hurt my
feelings a bit if we just stayed and had our own private party. With a
brother and sister and a working mom the house wasn't empty very often
which is why we usually ended up at my house when we wanted to have sex.
It didn't matter if my parents were home as they never interrupted us and
if anything, they encouraged him to come over and do me rather than going
out and parking or finding some other unsafe place to fuck.
Hopefully this would be one of those rare times we could do it at his
house but as luck would have it his thirteen year-old brother Jim was in
the family room watching TV. At first I thought that was going to make a
dud of the whole idea but Steve apparently had been harboring a devious
idea for teasing his pain-in-the-ass brother.
It's incredible the difference three years can make. Whereas Steve was
this mature, strong, smart, sexy paragon of a teenage boy, Jim was just
the opposite. Dear God, he reminded me so much of the other boys in
middle school, the perverted creeps who snapped girl's bra straps in the
hallway. It seemed that Jim was always trying to look up my skirt or
down my blouse. He'd even tried spying on me and his sister once when we
were masturbating in her bedroom. He was such a little pervert! Another
time he'd even tried to spy on his own brother when Steve was fucking me!
While I dallied Steve appeared at the top of the stairs. He took a good
long look at me starting at my heels and then slowly, deliberately
working his way up to my head, lingering on my crotch and boobs of
course. I had no doubt at all that he was undressing me in his mind and
I wanted to just scream at him that he could do it for real if he just
allowed me to follow him into his bedroom. It didn't help that Steve
knew it turned me on something fierce when he looked at me this way. He
made me feel like I was a fresh piece of meat in front of a starving dog.
One thing for sure, he was definitely getting turned on by what he saw -
no hiding that familiar bulge in his pants!
"Damn Kelly," he chortled as he came down the stairs, "I thought the idea
tonight was for you to tease the guys first and THEN show them the goods.
Seems you forgot about step one!"
Steve came back down the stairs just far enough to give me a quick kiss
and then he turned to head upstairs again to his room. He took just a
single step and then paused, apparently lost in thought. Then, to my
surprise, he turned back yet again to me and winked.
"You know, you look like you're in one of those moods to be extra naughty
tonight. How would you like to get started early?"
Well was that the stupidest question he had asked me in ages or what?
Extra naughty? I thought I was extra naughty ALL the time. After all, I
rarely refused Steve when he wanted sex although that wasn't as big a
deal as you might think given I asked for it more often than he did! I
was under no illusions about Steve. He may be the only guy to ever fuck
me but he had probably done half the girls in his class if the rumors
were anywhere near true. Having just lost my virginity this past summer,
I guess I'm still in the "honeymoon" phase where I just can't get enough
of him.
With a little giggle I started to head up the stairs. Naturally I
assumed he meant we were going to do it in his room or someone else's as
we've done it in every bed in the house at least twice. To my surprise,
Steve didn't move and instead he gently pushed me back down the stairs.
Being more disappointed than he might know, I gave him a questioning look
and he nodded his head in the direction of the family room with a sexy
smile.
"I DARE you to tease my brother," he whispered softly in my ear.
My eyes widened and I looked at him like he was speaking a foreign
language or something because I couldn't believe he had actually said
that. Steve didn't usually even acknowledge that his brother was alive,
let alone have me do anything like THAT. Heck, just a few minutes ago he
didn't even want his brother to LOOK at me!
"Ummmmm, Steve... what exactly do you mean by 'tease'?" I asked him
incredulously. It wasn't like Jim was on my fantasy guy list when I
masturbated.
Now had we been around his friends I would have understood completely
what he meant by "teasing". One of the things that turned me on about
Steve was that he loved to show me off to his buddies. Steve encouraged
me to flash my ass and boobs and in general, about anything else if it
would make them jealous of him. Sometimes when we were walking with his
guys he would plant his hand firmly on my ass and I could only imagine
what they were thinking about me!
Now all that was well and good when it came to his friends, but his
perverted little brother? At first, I had to admit the idea didn't
really turn me on but for some reason Steve was suddenly persistent about
it, as he always was when it came to convincing me to do something new
for him.
"Oh come one Kelly, it's not like I'm asking you to give him a BJ or
anything," he pleaded. "You know better than anyone how he looks at you
all the time. Look at this as your chance to get back at him. Don't you
want to show him what he's NOT getting?"
Unconvinced, I turned to Steve and pulled his hand to my boobs and looked
up at his eyes. "Forget about Jim. Wouldn't you rather have these right
now?"
I teased him in my little girl voice. Steve couldn't resist giving my
tiny boob a playful squeeze but then he let it go and spanked me sharply
on the butt. He did it so his hand swept under my skirt and hit my bare
bottom causing it to sting just a little.
"Of course I'd love to have them but I know for a fact that you're going
to put out for me later anyway," he said with a smirk.
I folded my arms and huffed as if I was upset over his arrogance. He
seemed awful sure of his chances tonight - for good reason. I hadn't
said "no" to him once since we started dating! If anything, HE was the
one who turned ME down a few times.
"Oh give me a break Kelly - you know you are. Hell, why else would you
be dressed up like a streetwalking teen whore?"
Now he was walking a fine line between teasing and pissing me off. In
the end I had to admit everything he said was true. There was no denying
that I WAS dressed like a prostitute and I WAS going to "put out" for him
later. But then, it wasn't like I was trying to hide my intentions!
"C'mon Kelly, look at it as revenge for the time he tried spying on us.
Just tease the hell out of him and then don't let him have anything. I
can't wait for him to see what his big brother's getting - and he's NOT!"
Another look at Steve's bulging crotch told me he was getting off telling
me to do this. Forget Jim - what I would've given right then to unzip
his jeans, pull out his yummy cock and suck him off right where he stood!
Finally I resigned myself to the situation. If this was what it was
going to take to turn him on and get me fucked extra hard later tonight,
then I couldn't see any real harm in it. Like he said, it wasn't like I
was going to blow his brother or anything like that. I gave Steve a
half-smile and nodded my agreement. Steve patted me on my rear again, a
bit softer than the last time and then he grabbed it. He started to
squeeze my ass with his fingers like he was kneading dough.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT'S the Kelly I love. I knew you'd do it. Yep, I've
got complete faith in my little slut. Don't worry, I'll make it worth
your while later, I promise."
With that he finally went upstairs and I couldn't help but giggle to
myself. He was right, it WOULD be a little like revenge. Here was a
chance to make the little perv pay for being such a jerk. One time Steve
was fucking me on Sharon's bed (for some reason or another he got off
doing me in other beds, especially in his parent's room). Fortunately
the door hinges needed oiling and he caught Jim trying to take in a free
sex show. Steve chased him off but boy was he pissed off! I guess
Steve must have been madder than I had thought given what he was asking
me to do to Jim tonight. It was the only reason I could come up with for
his change of heart regarding his brother.
Chapter 3 - Teasing Jim
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Before making my way to the living room, I checked myself over quickly in
a mirror hanging in the entryway. Even though my blouse was already
unbuttoned down to my cleavage, I unfastened two more so now it was open
well below my bust, allowing the black lace bra underneath to be visible
directly. Heck, only two more buttons and I could've just taken it off
and gotten it over with.
Out of force of habit more than anything, I tried to straighten out my
skirt but it was WAY too short to cover much of anything. Turning
around, I bent over just enough to check out my bottom which made me
start to debate the thong. There wasn't going to be a lot of time to
tease Jim (or at least I hoped there wouldn't be) so why be coy about it?
I reached under my skirt and dropped the thong down to my ankles and
stepped out of it. Tossing it onto the stairs with my foot, I wondered
what Steve would think when he came back down and found it?
Looking back into the mirror one last time, I saw that my skirt was still
covering my bare ass, but just barely. All it took was to stand up on my
tiptoes or lean over just a little to put my bare ass on display, not to
mention my fuzzy brown pussy as well.
Actually, there was more to my decision to remove my underwear than just
trying to be sexy. I LOVE the feel of running around bare bottomed. At
home I prefer to hang around in a short t-shirt or one of my dad's dress
shirts without anything on underneath. Even in public I rarely wear
panties under pants or jeans. So long as a dress or skirt is long enough
to keep me from getting arrested, I leave them at home and enjoy the feel
of the cool air against my bare skin. Of course, the more public the
location or formal the occasion, the hotter it makes me feel being with
people who have no idea that I'm naked underneath.
One of my ultimate turn-on's comes when I'm at church, sitting in the
pews without a stitch of clothing under my Sunday dress. I get off
imagining what the father next to me would say if he knew the "innocent"
looking girl next to him had nothing between her ass and him but her
dress! It was usually enough to get me so horny that by the end of the
service I couldn't wait to get home to talk care of myself.
Taking a final deep breath, I ran my hands through my hair, gave it a
toss, and was ready for action. Walking slowly and deliberately into the
living room, I wiggled my ass suggestively as I made my way across the
room, taking a seat on the love seat across from his couch where he was
watching some silly TV reality show. Once I was sitting down, I crossed
my legs, slowly and deliberately, allowing my skirt to ride up such that
it was effectively out of the picture. I could feel the seat cushion
against my bare butt under me so I knew there couldn't be much hidden
from his view down there.
"Hi Jim," was all I said to him, using the same indifferent tone of voice
I typically reserved for him.
"Ummmmm, hi Kelly," he stammered. I thought about it for a second and
realized it was probably the first time we had ever been in a room
together alone under ANY circumstances which probably accounted for his
apparent nervousness.
Since the moment I had walked in, his attention had shifted from the TV
to my bare legs and ass. I was still wearing my jacket and it was plenty
warm in their house (Steve's mom was divorced so they didn't have a
thermostat Nazi in their house).
"Wow, it's sure warm in here. You don't mind if I take off my jacket, do
you Jim?" I asked innocently. Yeah right, like he was going to complain
if I took ANYTHING off.
He quickly shook his head so I unzipped my jacket and leaned forward to
pull it off my arms. In doing so, any last chance the skirt had to cover
my ass was history and I knew my blouse was hanging open enough up to
show off whatever part of my bra had been partially hidden from view
before. I tossed my jacket to the side and laid back against the love
seat with my legs still crossed, fully aware that he could see from my
toes to my butt.
Jim didn't say a word so I figured it was time to turn things up a notch.
I slowly ran my hands over my bare legs, running my fingertips up my
thighs, feeling the smoothness of my freshly shaven skin. I pretending
to try to pull my skirt down (a useless attempt even if I had really
wanted to do it) and felt my warm upper thighs with my fingers, tracing
my fingernails lightly over my silky skin. My wandering fingers worked
their way up until they touched my bare hips. As much as I love to play
with my ass (I mean my butt, not my asshole!), having someone watch made
it even more erotic for me. Reaching under me slightly, I squeezed my
butt, causing a chill to run through me as I felt just a little bit of
pride at the firmness of my ass.
"Do you like my legs Jim?" I asked him softly. "You seem to be looking
at them a lot."
"I'm sorry," he apologized immediately, his face turning beet red. He
HAD to have known I knew he was watching me but I guess it want until I
confronted him with it that he felt any supposed remorse over it.
"Oh no, that's OK," I reassured him. "Steve's looking for his keys so
I'm just waiting for him and I thought I would just relax in here. Is
that OK?"
"Oh yeah!" he burst out and then, realizing how that must have appeared,
tried to look serious and said, "I mean, of course you can."
If he hadn't looked so innocent and naive I probably would have just
laughed at him and walked out. Instead, for some reason that same
innocence seemed to be turning me on. I wondered if this wasn't some of
what drew Steve to me when we first started dating. Sure other boys had
touched me before but so far as sex went, I was "innocent" as well.
"Well, then I guess you don't mind if I make myself comfortable," I
teased him gently.
Without waiting for a reply, I twisted around on the love seat to
position myself such that I was laying on my back lengthwise, my back
propped up against one end of the love seat with my bare legs stretched
out flat in front of me. Then, keeping my knees tight together, I slowly
bent them upwards until my heels were flat on the cushion. Oh well, so
much for keeping your shoes off the furniture! Reaching down to my
ankles, I ran my hands from my ankles to the top of my thighs, gently
massaging myself like that for several minutes. When I leaned forward to
reach the bottom of my legs, my skirt would ride up practically to my
waist. With my legs being held together though, seeing me from the side
he must have been wondering if I was wearing any panties.
For several minutes I rocked forward and backward like this slowly,
enjoying the feel of my hands and fingers as they caressed my bare legs.
Then I turned my head quickly and caught Jim staring at me like I was
some alien from outer space! His eyes were like saucers, testifying that
he'd been enjoying the show. If any final confirmation was needed, all I
had to do was look between his legs. He may have been barely thirteen
but he must have been packing quite a package for his age considering the
tent poking up from the crotch of his jeans. Seeing him get erect
because of me didn't bother me, if anything quite the opposite. To be
honest, I would've been VERY disappointed if he hadn't! Naturally, I
wasn't going to tell him that so instead I teased him a bit.
"Now Jim, just what do you think you're looking at?" I teased him,
smiling to try and take the edge off my question.
Jim was still blushing like crazy but if anything, that just encouraged
me all the more.
"Oh c'mon, you can speak up Jim," I teased him as he just sat there
stammering. Running my hands over my legs yet again, I turned back to
him and said, "Mmmmmmm, now tell me what you think of my legs."
Jim was still blushing as be blurted out, "Wow Kelly, they're great!"
Figuring that which was about all he was going to get out. I flashed him
my most sexy and devilish grin. "Cool, I'm glad you like them... would
you like a closer look?"
At first it was like he couldn't move, frozen in place by my offer. Then
Jim nodded slightly. I waited patiently, or at least as patiently as I
could under the circumstances, and he finally responded, "Yeah but what
will Steve say? I thought you were supposed to be his girlfriend? You
know, I thought he was going to kill me the other day just for peeking."
It was obviously up to me if anything was going to happen so I got off
the love seat and slowly moved over to the couch where Jim was now
sitting up. As I walked provocatively towards him, I maintained eye
contact with him saying, "Let me worry about Steve; he's going to get all
he can handle later. I've seen you looking at me before Jim. Don't you
want me now?"
Standing directly in front of him, I slowly raised one leg and planted my
foot on the cushion alongside his leg. As my leg came up so did my skirt
and from the way he was concentrating on my crotch, I knew he was waiting
for my thong or panties to be exposed at any moment. Well, he didn't
have to wait long. God, the look on his face when he realized that I
wasn't wearing anything under my skirt was absolutely precious!
"Oh I'm sorry Jim," I said, trying to sound as if something was MY fault,
"I just assumed that you wanted to see ALL of me. Are you sure this is
OK?"
Jim just sat there staring between my legs. He didn't even blink, as if
he was afraid if he closed his eyes I might not be there when he reopened
them. Odds were he'd never even SEEN a real pussy before except in a
porn magazine or movie. Even though I had absolutely NO intention of
doing anything but tease him, it still made me feel hot and horny knowing
he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.
My pussy was getting warmer by the minute as I started to get off from
him watching me so intently. I rocked on my heels, rubbing my raised
thigh with my hands. Then I moved one hand up to my crotch, covering it
with my palm. I ran the soft fuzzy pubic hair though my fingers as I
started rubbing myself. Oh it was partly to tease Jim but right now I
needed to touch myself badly as I felt myself getting hotter and hornier.
"Did you what makes me really hot Jim?" I whispered to him. He looked up
at me and I could tell he probably had a dozen fantasies but in truth,
had no real idea how to answer.
"Well, I love it when a guy watches me when I play with myself," I said
in a low, husky voice.
Actually while I may have been teasing him, that was a 100% true
statement. Steve may have been the first to actually fuck me but I was
teasing my share of horny boys long before then. Even when I was a
virgin it got me off to expose myself to a boy and play with myself,
seeing him get so frustrated because he could only watch me and not
touch, at least not with his hard dick. It also turns me on to think
about how they probably masturbate later when they fantasize about having
sex with me.
"So tell me Jim - and I want you to be completely honest with me," I said
more sternly, looking down at him to make eye contact. "When you jerk
off, do you ever think about me?"
It was a shot in the dark but somehow or another I was pretty confident
of the answer. Jim's face flushed bright red again which told me all I
needed to know. Well, he was REALLY going to have something to
masturbate to after I was done with him!
I put my fingers in my mouth to wet them and then used them to pull my
pussy lips to the side so I could twirl my finger around my exposed clit.
My breathing grew heavier as I closed my eyes and stretched my head back.
Using my other hand, I inserted a finger into what was now a soaking wet
pussy and shoved it up inside of me as far as I could. With both hands
now moving faster and faster, I started moaning softly.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring at my pussy, watching the job I
was doing to myself with my hands. His expression was the perfect image
of a deer in the headlights - eyes wide open and staring with his mouth
hanging open like a fish out of water! Suddenly I stiffened and a gasp
escaped from my lips. I knew that I was right on the verge of an awesome
orgasm!
I leaned down and whispered to him in a throaty voice. "Oh Jim, do you
want to watch me cum? DO you want to see me make myself cum?"
Jim nodded. I shuddered helplessly and my face and chest flushed as my
orgasm rose quickly within me and then ultimately consumed me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels so good!!!" I groaned.
If anything, that was a gross understatement. The combination of my
experienced fingers working my sensitive clit, together with the added
bonus of having Jim watch me, was now bringing me to an incredible "O".
I closed my eyes again and allowed the surges of pleasure to run freely
all through me, momentarily even forgetting about the young boy sitting
in front of me watching a real girl cum for the first time in his life.
My knees buckled slightly as my legs tingled and weakened like they had
been asleep and now the blood was returning. I didn't stop touching my
clit as wave after wave of the most splendid feelings imaginable continue
to emanate as a wave from my pussy, literally filled my body with
pleasure. It was almost like I was on fire but the fire was inside of
me, trying to get out, making my skin quiver from head to toe.
After a minute or so my orgasm began to slowly dwindle and I pulled my
hands away from between my thighs. Opening my eyes once again, I saw
that Jim was frozen like a statue, completely mesmerized by the erotic
show being played out right in front of him. I smiled as I held out my
cum-soaked fingers close to his face saying, "Here Jim, do you want to
smell my pussy?"
Despite everything I'd done so far, my offer seemed to catch him totally
by surprise. Obviously a girl had never offered to let him smell her
fingers after she had masturbated! Jim didn't seem to certain about it
at first but then his curiosity won out and he leaned forward.
"Mmmmmmm, doesn't my pussy smell wonderful after I cum?" I said softly.
Then I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it like a popsicle. I
could taste the distinct flavor of my own pussy which caused me to smile.
Back when I first started masturbating I had experimented a bit at the
encouragement of my mom. In the process of following one of her
suggestions, I discovered how good my pussy tasted and later found that
it was even better after a good orgasm.
Pushing my finger up inside of me to wet it again, I offered my cum
flavored finger to Jim asking, "Here, do you want to taste me?"
From the way obedient way he nodded and I knew Jim was all mine now, my
little puppet who would do anything I asked. Jim opened his mouth wide
like a dolphin waiting for its fish reward. Placing my wet finger
between his lips, he sucked my pussy juices off it and ran his tongue
round my finger.
"You ever taste a girl's pussy before?" I asked as I withdrew my finger.
Of course I already knew the answer but I just wanted to hear him say it.
Unfortunately it seemed that Jim was so overwhelmed that he'd lost his
voice. He just shook his head as he licked his lips. Once again I
touched myself, wetting my fingers and then tasting myself as he watched.
"Mmmmmmm... I just LOVE the taste of my pussy," I whispered as if saying
it to myself but I made sure I was loud enough for him to hear me
clearly. "Wanna watch me cum again Jim?"
Naturally there was no need to wait for him to reply. Like he was going
to say "no"? Yeah right. Besides, I was so damn horny myself I would've
done it regardless of what he said. I slowly unzipped the side of my
skirt and slipped it off, leaving me even more bottomless than I was
before as I stood right in front of him. Then I unbuttoned the remaining
two buttons on my blouse, allowing it to spread open and expose my bra.
Actually, the bra made my boobs look bigger than they actually were so I
decided on the spur of the moment not to strip but to take off my blouse
and keep the bra on. In the end, that left me wearing nothing but a tiny
lace bra and heels.
Cupping my boobs through my bra, I squeezed them and sighed softly,
letting my hands caress my flat stomach and eventually make their way
until my fingers worked their way into the short brown curly that that
covered my crotch. Some of my friends were already shaving their pussies
but I had waited years for my pubic hair to emerge and it made me feel
more grown-up to see a soft wedge of hair between my legs. I trimmed it
back enough that it didn't stick out from my thongs or bikini bottoms,
but other than it actually felt good to run my fingers through it at
night when I lay in bed.
I could tell that Jim was about to reach out and try to touch me but I
wasn't having any of that. It was one thing to tease him terribly and
flaunt myself, but I wasn't going to let him do anything to me, not even
touch me. The only guy who got to do that was Steve!
I decided to return to the love seat rather than use the couch as I had
originally intended just to keep my distance from him. After taking a
seat, I twisted and laid on my back as before. This time, however,
instead of keeping my knees tight together as I had before, I lifted the
inner leg up onto the top of the back cushion and let my outer leg dangle
over the side of the love seat. This had the effect of spreading my
legs wide open giving him an unobstructed view of my fourteen year-old
pussy. The bra pushed my boobs up to make them appear to almost overflow
from the cups, my nipples barely covered by the lace along the edge of
the cup. Now that I was in position, my fingers once again worked their
way back between my legs and eventually inside my soaking wet pussy.
Looking over at Jim, I saw that he was also leaning against the back of
the couch with his legs spread apart. He was wearing jeans but even so I
could see that the bulge in his crotch was even bigger than it was
before. For a moment I contemplated seeing if I could get him to
masturbate while he watched me the way Steve sometimes does. There was
no doubt in my mind that had I asked Jim to jerk himself off that he
would have done it in a heartbeat but being only thirteen I couldn't
imagine him having the courage to do it in front of me on his own. In
the end I chose not to more out of spite than anything else. It was sort
of fun to seem Jim suffer as the desire between his legs grew without him
being able to do anything about it. Why let the perv get any
satisfaction, even if it came from his own hand?
For a brief moment I tried to take stock of my situation. Things had
developed so fast I felt a little overwhelmed. It was hard to believe
that just a few minutes ago I was protesting to Steve about having to
flirt with his brother and now here I was nude and playing with myself in
front of him, getting hornier by the minute. For that matter, we weren't
even supposed to be here at all but at a friend's party instead! I guess
this is what my dad would call, "being flexible!"
Normally when I think of masturbation, I envision a solo event. When I
played with myself in front of Steve, technically you could call it
masturbation but I usually considered it just playing with myself. It
may just be semantics but in my mind, with Steve watching it wasn't so
much to get myself off as it was to get him horny enough to fuck me.
What I was doing with Jim was teasing for the pure naughtiness of it.
I felt like I had gone back in time to when I was in grade school.
Sometimes I would flirt with the boys, showing them my pussy even and in
some cases, let them see me playing with myself. I wasn't worried about
exposing myself as I knew at the time it wasn't going to go any further,
regardless of what the poor guy might hope. Granted it earns you a bit
of a "reputation", but that didn't bother me either so long as what was
said about me was true. Once when I was in eighth grade a rumor got
started by some boy I pissed off that I had let a couple of older boys
fuck me and it took forever to squelch it.
As I put another finger in me, my thoughts turned to how good Steve's
cock would feel in me later. Well the hell with later, I wanted it right
now! Why he was taking so long anyway? When I started this little tease
I had assumed that he would be ready to go before I had even gotten this
far. Now that I WAS this far, though, there was no way I was going to
stop and somehow just turn it off inside of me and dutifully wait for
him. Indeed, I had cum once already and at the rate I was going, the
second time wasn't too far away.
One thing was for certain, though. Steve's "little slut" was cementing
her reputation today, as least so far as Jim went! It was a safe bet
that none of Steve's past girlfriends had ever done to poor Jim what I
was doing now. Jim would certainly be telling all his friends about my
little show for him and by the time the story got retold and retold
again, God only knew what heroic sexual feats I would be accused of
performing!
I involuntarily shuddered as I continued to play with myself. For the
moment I wasn't even paying attention to Jim as I concentrated on myself,
on just making my pussy feel so damn good. At times like this what I
needed more than anything else was to make myself cum - and that was
exactly what I was getting ready to do again. From the first time I had
orgasmed several years ago, I knew it was a genie that could never be put
back in its bottle.
One thing I can say is that I have NEVER used illegal drugs, smokes a
single cigarette, or been drunk. You see for me, sex is my "drug", my
addiction. The great thing about sex is that it's was free, legal, and
always available. I didn't have to worry about getting my next fix, all
I have to do is cross my legs and bob my foot enough to rub a tight pair
of jeans against my pussy. I can get myself off in class or in the
middle of a sermon. Who needs drugs or alcohol when you can have sex?
"Watch me Jim," I begged him, "Watch me cum!"
Yeah, as if I needed to ask. Yet it was important to me that he did. It
wasn't enough for me just to orgasm, I wanted him to WATCH me when I did.
There is just something that stirs me knowing I am desired by a man for
nothing more than my body. I love knowing I am sexy enough to be not
just wanted, but to be lusted after. From the first time I masturbated
in front of a boy I knew it was a major turn-on for BOTH of us. Seeing a
boy's dick grow and get hard, especially when his reaction is all because
of me, is a huge ego booster. Here I am, just fourteen years old, yet I
am already sensual enough to make someone want me so badly that his dick
responds involuntarily!
Jim was not just watching me, he was STARING at me, not even blinking as
my next orgasm built into a crescendo within my pussy as I kept rubbing
myself.
"I'm cumming Jim!" I called out to him, just to make sure he knew what
was happening to me.
I gasped as my pussy gushed once again over my fingers, drenching them
with my cum and running down my ass to soak into the cushion below me.
My back arched and my hips lifted off the cushion as I imagined Steve's
dick in me, driving himself deeper and deeper as he came in me, shooting
his cum as deep inside of me as he could reach. My hips pumped up and
down as I responded to his imaginary dick inside of me. Finally, I
flopped back against the arm of the love seat, still with my fingers
inside of me, holding them motionless inside of me. For the next few
minutes, the room was deathly quiet as I basked in the warm afterglow of
my orgasm.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was expecting to see Jim still staring
at me so you can imagine my surprise when he seemed to be more interested
in something behind me. What could be more interesting than to have your
brother's girlfriend masturbating in front of you? For a moment I
thought of Sharon doing it in front of her brothers - damn, now THAT
would be hot!
Chapter 4 - Steve Gives His Brother a Lesson
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Turning my head upward, I almost jumped off the love seat when I saw who
else but Steve looking down at me. It must have been an interesting
sight to see his slutty girlfriend all but nude with her fingers jammed
up her pussy and the odor of her sex heavy in the air. At first I feared
that he might be jealous or otherwise upset at me for putting myself on
display this way for his brother. Instead, a broad grin broke out on
his face.
"So what do you say, Jim? Is my girlfriend hot or what?" he gloated.
Jim sighed and looked at me, "Damn Steve, she's incredible."
Steve reached down and touched my pussy, making me jump as his fingertip
rubbed over my clit. For a moment I thought that maybe Steve was going
to fuck me right then in front of his brother! Well, if he had tried I
certainly wouldn't have protested. Instead, it seemed he was more
interested in taunting his brother, sort of a demonstration of what he
could do to me anytime he wanted.
"Bet you'd love to touch her this way, wouldn't you Jim?" he teased his
younger brother.
Poor Jim, I almost felt sorry for him as he was squirming like his hard-
on must have been about to burst out of his pants. God, was he going to
be jerking off nonstop tonight! What Steve didn't realize was that I was
getting even more horny from the way he was touching me, even more so
than from my own masturbation show I had been putting on for Jim. I
curled my finger up at him, motioning for him to lower his head down to
mine.
"I want you to fuck me Steve," I whispered to him.
"Sure baby, I promised you I would," he whisper back to me.
I grinned naughtily at him and shook my head. "No, you don't get it... I
want you to fuck me NOW!"
Steve's eyes widened into saucers as he looked over at his brother not
ten feet away before he turned back to me.
"Here?... Now?... In front of HIM?"
"Sure, why not, he wanted to see us do it before. C'mon, let's put on a
show for him he'll never forget."
I guess I could understand some of Steve's concerns. In all the time we
had been fucking since this past summer we had never done it in front of
an audience. Sure, there were those times in the car and in bedrooms at
parties where somebody might get a glimpse but it wasn't like we were
putting on a show. Steve didn't know that my dad sometimes peeked in
when he did me in my bedroom and I had no intentions of ever letting him
find out. All I knew was that if I enjoyed masturbating in front of boys
as much as I did, I could only imagine how I would get off having sex
with an audience!
Looking over at Jim, he was probably wondering what was going on here
between his brother and his slut of a girlfriend. I doubted whether he
had any idea of what we were really talking about, though. I grinned at
him and held Steve's hand as he continued to fondle my pussy. Steve
pulled away and walked around behind love seat, holding his arms out to
Jim as if to say there was nothing he could do about things.
"What can I say Jim, she wants it," he said with a grin from ear to ear.
"And when she wants something this bad, I just can't say no!"
This had to totally confuse Jim who had to be wondering what in the world
his older brother was talking about. Then his eyes widened even further
than they had when I first touched myself in front of him as I reached
for Steve's jeans and unzipped them. Steve unsnapped them for me at the
top and I pulled open the flaps to reveal his hard dick poking up from
his crotch. Mmmmmmm, my boy was hard and ready for action! I leaned
forward and started sucking on it, nothing special, just your standard
head bob up and down on his dick. Taking his cock in my hand, I dropped
it from my mouth and looked over at Jim,
"Mmmmmmm, his cock tastes SO good... I bet you wish I would suck yours,
don't you."
Jim squirmed even more and for a moment I thought he might have taken my
words as an invitation and started to get up off the couch. Fortunately,
Steve wasn't having any of THAT!
"Sorry little brother, she's sucking MY cock tonight and that's it"
Being Steve was already hard and ready to go, I didn't see much use on
stretching this out. I just wanted to put on a show for Jim and in any
case, I knew Steve would be fucking me more at the party - a LOT more if
past experience was any indication. I sat back on the love seat and put
my feet up on the cushions with my legs spread apart, a perfect "fuck me"
position if there ever was one.
"Fuck me Steve," I said, loud enough to be sure Jim could hear me
clearly. "Give me your big cock... put it in me." God, I sounded like
some whore from my dad's porn collection!
Steve looked back at Jim and then a look of determination came to his
face as he evidently had made up his mind to go for it. Grasping his
hard cock in his right hand, he lined himself up with my wet pussy hole
and thrust himself into me while Jim looked on.
"Oh god yes, that's it Steve!" I moaned as he started stroking himself in
and out of me. "Fuck me... oh yeah fuck me!"
Yep, I did indeed feel like I was now some sort of porn star as Steve
fucked me with his brother acting as our live audience. I wasn't sure
what was turning me on more - the feeling of Steve's cock in me or the
thrill of having his brother all but jerking off as he watched me getting
drilled by Steve. I felt like such an incredible slut, perhaps more so
than at any other time in my life - and it thrilled me!
About the only thing that would have thrilled me more would have been to
have Jim join in but I knew that was never going to happen so long as
Steve had anything to do with it. Steve tended to be a little possessive
of me which normally I didn't mind. He loved to show me off like some
sort of prize or trophy. He especially seemed to like it when I teased
his friends, maybe because it showed them what he was getting - and what
they were NOT. Thus no matter how much it might turn me on, I wouldn't
even suggest to Steve that he let his brother have a go at me. Even so,
I had a feeling I knew what I would be fantasizing about the next morning
when I had my usual morning masturbation time. Damn, who would have
thought when the day started that tonight I would be playing with myself
thinking about being fucked by my boyfriend's thirteen year-old brother?
"Cum on my face," I said, grinning up at Steve.
My boyfriend looked a little shocked at first - and for good reason.
From the first time that I sucked Steve's cock, I'd swallowed his cum and
ever since then, unless he was fucking me and going to cum inside of me,
that's where I preferred it - my mouth. For me to tell him now that it
was OK to cum on my face for the first time was undoubtedly music to his
ears. Actually, I really wasn't really sure WHY I had said that, it just
seemed the right thing to do if we were going to put on good show for his
brother. I knew from seeing my dad's porn movies that watching a guy cum
in a girl wasn't nearly as erotic as seeing him actually cum. Had we
been in his bedroom, that would be a different story but for this
occasion, I was willing to go for it.
As it turned out, my timing was about perfect. Given Steve fucked me
almost every day, I was getting pretty good at anticipating when he was
about to explode. He pulled himself out and I put my feet down as leaned
forward to take his wet dick in my mouth. I could taste my pussy on him
which just made his cock all that more delicious for me. Grabbing his
dick by the base, I sucked on the head and the first inch or so of his
shaft while I stroked his hard cock with my hand. It wasn't long before
he was groaning and I could see him tensing up as he tried to hold back
as long as possible.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed as I felt the first load eject into my mouth.
I quickly pulled it out and let the remainder spray on my cheeks, nose
and chin as one load of sperm after another spurted from his hard dick.
It was a good thing I wasn't wearing my skirt or blouse as I could feel
some of it drip from chin and hit my thighs. I didn't want to go out
tonight with cum all over my clothes! It just seemed a little tacky!
Once he had finished, I grabbed the shaft and used the head of his dick
to spread his cum over my face like lotion, smearing the gooey mixture
all over my cheeks. Once I was covered with cum, I turned my head
towards Jim, smiling at him as he stared at me. I must have been quite a
sight with all the cum glistening on my face and his brothers dick still
hard in my hand. I took Steve's cock back in my mouth again for a few
last drops of sperm.
As for Steve, well let's just say that he looked like the cat who just
ate the canary. God he was being evil to his brother. Poor Jim looked
like he was about to cum in his pants!
"OK Kelly, show time's over," Steve said as he patted my head, "I think
the poor boy's had enough for one night!"
There was a small comforter on the back of the love seat which I used as
a towel to clean off my face and wipe up whatever had spilled. Hopefully
his mom wouldn't notice although I bet Sharon would be checking it out
once I told about what had happened. Standing back up again, I put back
on my skirt and blouse and was ready to go. Meanwhile Steve had pulled
his jeans back up again and was zipped and buckled once more. We were
about to leave when Steve reached in his pocket and threw my thong at me.
"Forget something slut?" he laughed.
I shrugged my shoulders as if it didn't matter to me one way or the other
if I wore them but I still slipped it on. Honestly, I HATE thongs with a
passion, especially ones as small as this one. It was really nothing
more than a few strings with a small triangular patch over my pussy that
covered my pussy slit but not big enough to hide all my short pubic fuzzy
hair. It was constantly riding up my ass crack making it literally a
pain in the ass. Oh well, I knew Steve loved it so a little discomfort
was a small price to pay for what I got him to do to me afterwards.
We left poor Jim with this dazed look on his face. He didn't seem to
know quite what to say or do at the moment. I couldn't help but think
that maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Jim was actually pretty cute and
I caught myself wondering what he was hiding under those jeans. He was
only thirteen but from the respectable mound that he was trying to hide
he couldn't be TOO terribly small. Hmmmmmm, should I investigate this
further some time?
Back in his car, Steve and I finally were on our way to the party. Steve
looked over at me with this huge grin on his face.
"Shit, that was SO cool," he chuckled, "I would give anything to have a
picture of his face when I was fucking you."
Then he reached over and rubbed my bare leg adding, "You know, when I
first came in and you didn't know I was there, it looked like you were
getting off pretty good yourself. Did really it turn you on that much to
tease my brother?"
Words could not have expressed just HOW much it turned me on so I did
what I always did when I wanted to avoid answering him about something -
I sucked his cock. Yep, THAT always shut him up! Leaning over the
center console, I undid Steve's jeans for the second time that night. It
came as no surprise that his sixteen year old dick was hard as a tree
branch again, ready to go back to work on my pussy once again. Well, I
wasted no time in going down on him, taking his wonderful cock in my
mouth once again.
"Damn Kelly!" he exclaimed, "I guess all that must have REALLY turned you
on!"
I lifted my head to look up at him as he drove on with a big grin on my
face. No words were necessary, I let my mouth do the talking for me as
I hungrily sucked on his cock for the rest of the trip to the party.
Steve parked on a side street near the house where the party was being
held. No sooner did he turn off his car then he laid his seat back and
let me finish him off properly. No matter how many times I did it, I
LOVED sucking his dick. Coupled with being incredibly horny after
masturbating and him fucking me in front of his brother, I knew I wanted
Steve's cock in me again - and again and again!
Finally he shot his wad and this time I kept him in my mouth, feeling his
hot sperm squirting into my mouth. It tasted wonderful as always and
afterwards I lifted my head up to allow his cum to drip from my mouth
back over his cock like syrup on a sundae. Then I went back down on him
to suck him and lick the cum back off again, only to repeat the process
over again. Steve groaned as my tongue worked its way over his sensitive
cock. He held my head loosely in his hands as I sucked the last globs of
cum off his cock yet again.
"Damn!" he cried out, "We're going to have to tease Jim more often.
Fuck! What a blowjob!"
Proudly I sat up in my own seat again, wiping the cum that had somehow
made it to my chin and cheeks off with my finger and then sucking it off.
I was still incredibly horny - my pussy wanted his cock again and it was
letting me know in no uncertain terms how impatient it was getting!
Well, there was still the party and who knows what fun we were going to
have. I knew there was one thing I could count on - I was going to be
fucked by Steve again in the next thirty minutes or else! It was
something of a goal for him whenever we went out, to see how fast he
could fuck me after picking me up at home. Our current record would be
hard to beat as we had done it right in my driveway without even starting
the car!
As we walked to the house I couldn't help but think about what he said
about me teasing Jim again in the future. Once again, the question came
to mind that maybe there might be an opportunity with Jim that I hadn't
realized before. Hmmmmmm, maybe Steve would wish he hadn't opened this
Pandora's box!
THE END