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  “I think she needs a little inspection,” Victor said. He was smirking and soaping his elegant, lean body with a grey loofah. “What do you think, Andrew?”

  Andrew grinned. He dragged the soft shower mat closer to my body and dropped down on his knees. When I felt his soapy hands gripping my thighs, I shivered. The same tingle of arousal from the night before spread through my lower belly as Andrew nudged his way between my thighs. This time, when he started gently flicking his tongue over my clit, I was ready for the delicious fireworks that exploded in my lower belly.

  “How does she taste?” Victor asked. He was standing behind me, gently soaping my back with the loofah. It felt deliciously scratchy over my soft skin and I shuddered as Victor dropped the sponge to the tiled floor and started eagerly massaging my back.

  Andrew wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his face. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as Andrew’s scruffy chin rubbed against my puffy, swollen labia. Andrew slid a soapy finger inside of me and gently began wriggling it around. I moaned softly as a shockwave of lust went through me.

  “I want a taste, too,” Victor purred in my ear. He dropped to his knees behind me. When I realized what he was about to do, my cheeks burned bright red with shame, mortification, and the most powerful wave of lust I’d ever experienced.

  Victor’s wet, strong hands parted the cheeks of my ass. I tensed and strained, nervous that he was about to do something awfully dirty. But when I felt his tongue flicking against the puckered tissue of my asshole, I moaned and relaxed into Victor’s mouth. His tongue gently probed me, running over the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and bucking my hips in either direction.

  Andrew slid another finger inside of me and began wriggling his fingers against the walls of my pussy until I was whimpering and crying out for want of release. The twin stimulation of my asshole and clit was driving me crazy, and soon I was bracing myself against the slick tiled wall of the shower, begging for release. I felt Victor’s tongue slide inside my asshole just as Andrew slipped a third finger inside of my body.

  “God,” I cried loudly. “Fuck me! This feels so good,” I purred loudly. When my orgasm hit me, it was as powerful as a truck. I groaned and grunted and thrust my hips in every which way, trying to maximize my pleasure. I held my breath, letting the sensation rip through my body until every cell, every nerve had been fulfilled.

  Andrew and Victor stood up, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. I half expected them to pull me into a sexual embrace, but shockingly, they just started soaping up and washing off. Soon, the three of us were bantering about Boston sports like we were regulars at a diner, having breakfast and conversation.

  After the shower, Andrew wrapped me up in a plush towel and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re doing great,” Andrew said with a smirk. “Even better than I expected.”

  I frowned. “What are you even talking about?”

  “Get dressed,” Andrew replied. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

  I didn’t have any clothes but the ones I’d worn into Boston with Megan, but Andrew promised to take me shopping sometime soon. Once I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair and used Andrew’s manly deodorant.

  “Come on,” Andrew said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”

  Victor was curled up on the couch, reading a book. I glanced towards him.

  “Isn’t Victor coming with us?”

  “I’m working from home today,” Victor called out, not glancing up from the book. I was surprised at his change in demeanor – it was like both Victor and Andrew could go from sex-crazed maniacs to respectable people in a matter of seconds.

  Fresh snow had fallen overnight and I marveled at how beautiful the neighborhood looked as Andrew guided me carefully down the icy street. I nearly slipped and fell three times, but each time, Andrew was right there at my side,

  gripping my elbow and making sure I stayed on my feet.

  “Careful,” Andrew said with a grin as he guided me around the corner. “Don’t want you falling and breaking anything.”

  This time, there was no hint of malice or anything dark in his grin.

  The restaurant Andrew had chosen was really nice – inside was all reclaimed wood and low, dim lighting that made it look intimate and cozy, even though it wasn’t even noon. Andrew ordered lobster eggs benedict for both of us. I didn’t feel hungry, but looking at the menu made my stomach ache.

  Everything felt different. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with my stepbrother – that I’d had such raunchy, dirty sex. I felt like a different person. Kristin Calloway didn’t do things like this – had I become someone completely different overnight?

  Andrew chuckled. “I know how you feel,” he said, breaking the silence at the table. “Trust me – I’ve felt like that before, lots of times.”

  I nodded slowly. “What do you mean?” My cheeks blushed bright red. “How did you know what I was thinking about?”

  Andrew snickered. “Your eyes are as wide as saucers, Kristin. Trust me – I know. It’s different, yeah, but trust me, it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything about you as a person. It doesn’t change who you are in here.” Andrew tapped his chest, which I took to mean as a gesture towards his heart.

  My blush deepened. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I feel different. I feel like I failed my mom, you know? She always told me…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. Andrew was looking at me like I was a little kid, and I was afraid that he’d judge me if I told him the truth.

  “She’s wrong,” Andrew said firmly. “She doesn’t know that sex doesn’t really matter that much.”

  I frowned. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Victor’s your…your boyfriend,” I finished nervously, taking a sip of my lemon water.

  Just then, the waiter arrived and placed two steaming plates down on the table. I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything else until after he’d gone.

  “Victor’s a good friend, yeah, but he’s not my boyfriend,” Andrew explained. He salted his eggs, then took a neat bite on his fork. “We have sex, that’s it. We’re not in a relationship.”

  My jaw dropped and my eyebrows shot up.

  “Are you serious?” I narrowed my eyes. “But you seem…so…I don’t know…at home with each other.”

  “We’ve been friends for a long time,” Andrew said. “But trust me – that’s all it is. It’s like a way to relieve stress, you know? We’re both into the same stuff, and we both understand exactly what it is that we’re doing.”

  I frowned, taking a tentative bite of my lobster eggs benedict. I wasn’t sure that I understood. I’d never heard of relationships where people just had sex – I’d always thought that was some myth that showed up in movies.

  “I’ve never really known anyone like that before,” I said slowly, picking apart my food with my fork. “I mean, I know that I’m sheltered. But I didn’t think I was that sheltered!”

  Andrew laughed heartily, throwing his head back. When he saw my cross expression, he narrowed his eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” Andrew said sincerely. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. It’s just wow, yeah, you are that sheltered. Trust me, I know my dad. He wasn’t always like that, but together with your mom…” Andrew trailed off. “I know exactly what kind of rule they’ve been keeping you under.”

  I frowned. I didn’t like to listen to anyone criticize my parents, even if I secretly agreed with them. It was unsettling – like hearing that everything I’d ever learned had been a lie.

  “I know you probably aren’t ready to admit it,” Andrew said. “But trust me, Kristin. You’ll get there.” He narrowed his eyes and took a long sip of his mimosa. “I mean, how old are you, nineteen?”

  I flushed scarlet. “Twenty-two.”

  Andrew nodded. “Then it’s about time for you to start learning what it’s like to be on your own. I don’t know why Dad and Carissa treat you like you’re stil
l a kid, but you can’t keep letting them. You have to act like an adult and demand the respect you deserve.”

  I slunk low in my feet, feeling awkward. I knew that Andrew wasn’t trying to make me feel bad, but I couldn’t help the sense that I was in trouble again – except it felt worse than it did with my parents, because it was Andrew.

  “I don’t know how you do it,” I said slowly. “I mean, you broke away at an early age.”

  Andrew shrugged. “I’ve always been like that, but I knew Dad wouldn’t listen to me unless I took steps to earn his respect. And he doesn’t respect me now, but he does know that I’m my own man.”

  I frowned. “He thinks you’re gay,” I said slowly. “He’s upset about it.”

  Andrew snickered. “I think you know for yourself that I’m not,” he said archly. “Or have you not been paying attention for the past twelve hours?”

  I bit my lip as the image of Andrew between my legs flashed to the front of my mind. Inside my jeans, my pussy started twitching and gushing arousal. It was impossible to be with Andrew and not be turned on – he elicited the same kind of reaction inside me every single time.

  “But seriously, Kristin,” Andrew said. “You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

  I shook my head. “What about school?”

  Andrew shrugged. “In case you didn’t know, Boston is home to a lot of great universities,” he said. “And the job market here is pretty good. You could always finish up at a local school and then find a job.”

  I stared at him. Being with Andrew was one constant surprise after another. I’d never expected someone as deviant and sexual as him to have such a good grasp of local knowledge.

  But I was starting to discover that there were a lot of things I didn’t yet understand.

  After brunch, Andrew handed me a credit card. “Why don’t you go shopping,” he offered. “Get yourself some new clothes.”

  I stared blankly. “By myself?” I looked around – the streets of Boston suddenly looked intimidating and busy. “What if I get mugged? Or kidnapped?”

  Andrew laughed. “Sorry,” he said, seeing my expression. “It’s just, this is a really safe part of the city. You don’t have to worry about anything bad happening…just don’t do anything dumb,” he said. He rolled his eyes. “Wow, the parents really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

  I frowned. I wasn’t sure if he was making fun of me or not, but something about the way he’d talked to me didn’t exactly feel good.

  Andrew leaned down and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. He tilted my face up for a kiss and I melted as his warm lips pressed against mine. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned softly and wriggled my body against his.

  Andrew nipped at my lower lip. “You’re great, Kristin,” he said softly. “You know that, right?”

  I blushed. I was sure he was putting me on, but part of me didn’t care. Getting compliments like that from the sexiest man I’d ever met still made me feel good.

  In the end, I called Megan and asked if she wanted to come shopping with me. When she met me at a department store an hour later, she squealed and threw her arms around my neck.

  “Oh my god,” Megan cried. “Girl, look at you!” She spun me in a circle. “You’re glowing! What happened, did things work out with your mom?”

  Laughing, I blushed and shook my head. “Not exactly,” I admitted. “But um…I slept with someone. For the first time,” I added quickly.

  Megan smirked. “Finally,” she said. “At least we can cross that off the list for you.” She raised her eyebrows. “Who?”

  My cheeks burned redder than Hell. “Um…just someone,” I said carefully, not wanting to admit that my stepbrother Andrew and his roommate Victor were the sexy men who had popped my cherry.

  “Kristin, come on,” Megan wheedled as we walked into the lobby of the department store. I had to pause for a moment and crane my neck upwards to look at all of the gorgeous decorations.

  “I know, you’re my best friend,” I said carefully. “I just…um…it was Andrew,” I said quickly.

  “Your stepbrother?” Megan’s jaw dropped and she burst out laughing. “Girl, he is hot! But that’s weird!”

  I frowned. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” I said, walking over to a display of women’s clothing. “Do you like this?” I asked, pointing to a bejeweled cardigan on display.

  Megan ignored me. “I mean, I know it’s not like, incest,” she said. “But don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

  “It’s weirder that I had sex,” I said, blushing when I realized how loudly I was speaking. “But it’s not like Andrew and I grew up together as brother and sister. I’ve only met him like, a handful of times.”

  Megan whistled. “Well, congrats,” she said. “He is really hot. But you’re not going to tell your mom, are you?”

  “Oh my god, no!” I cried loudly, feeling scandalized. “What makes you think I’d do something so stupid?”

  Megan looked at me for a long time. “No,” she said slowly. “I just think…well, come on, Kristin. Sometimes you overshare with your parents. It’s one of the reasons why they’re so overprotective of you.”

  I frowned. That wasn’t the answer I’d been hoping for.

  Megan and I barely talked as we wandered through the store. I didn’t really feel that great about shopping anymore, but I knew Andrew would ask a lot of questions if I came home empty handed. Finally, I picked out a few pairs of jeans and a new sweater, along with some panties.

  “You should buy lingerie,” Megan said. “For Andrew.”

  I stared at her. “I thought you said what I was doing was gross?”

  Megan shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said that,” she replied. “I’m sorry. It was just kind of a shock.” She pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Kristin.”

  I smiled. “Thanks,” I replied. “But you mean it? Lingerie? Really?”

  Megan raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Why not?”

  Megan led me to the lingerie section. Just looking at the array of silk and lace made me blush. She loaded up my arms with bra and panty sets, chemises, teddies, and bodysuits. When I went into the fitting room, I took off my clothes and stared down at my naked body.

  Even though I felt different, I looked exactly the same. I still had the same small, perky breasts as before. My belly looked the same, too – small with just a tiny little hint of roundness. And my hips were still narrow, girlish. I blushed.

  “This is going to look so stupid on me,” I whispered through the curtain. “Megan, I feel ridiculous!”

  “Well, stop complaining and try something on,” Megan whispered back. “You won’t know until you try!”

  I pulled on a pair of silk panties. The material slid smoothly along my skin, and I felt a trace of arousal spark through my body. The panties snugly fit my pussy and I moved my hips from side to side, feeling sexy and sleek. I paired them with a silk bra that only pushed my breasts up high and showed my nipples. With a soft sigh, I ran my hands over my body.

  I did feel different, I realized. I felt sexy and more powerful than ever before.

  When I left the store an hour later, I was wearing the new silk panties and revealing bra under a new sweater and jeans. Even Megan commented on the way I couldn’t stop smirking.

  “Now you look like a real woman,” Megan said. We hugged at the bus stop. “Call me and tell me how things are going?”

  I nodded.

  “Are you coming home?”

  I shrugged. “Not for a while,” I said. “At least, not tonight.”

  I went back to Andrew’s, expecting him and Victor to pounce on me immediately. But instead, they both kept their distance. And when we sat down for dinner, I could sense that something wrong and awkward was hanging in the air.

  “This is delicious,” I said, breaking the silence between the three of us. Andrew had made pasta with angel hair and red sauce and it was del
icious. I slurped up a big bite, wiping the messy sauce from my cheeks and blushing.

  “Kristin, what do you think about going with me to a concert on Friday?” Victor raised an eyebrow and took a sip of wine. “You might enjoy it.”

  “I was going to take Kristin out on Friday,” Andrew said, glaring at Victor. “You didn’t even give me a chance to ask her.”

  “Well, I asked her first,” Victor said hotly. “So what do you think, Kristin? How about it?”

  I glanced from Victor to Andrew, feeling confused. I didn’t know how to explain it, but there was something very odd about feeling like the two men were competing for my attention.

  “Um, I don’t know,” I said timidly. “We’ll have to see how I’m feeling, I guess.”

  “Whatever,” Victor mumbled. “Just thought I’d ask.”

  Now I felt guilty. I didn’t know how to explain it, but somehow the idea of being alone with Victor made me feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him, but I didn’t exactly know him very well, either. After all, Andrew was my stepbrother. He was the one who’d spent more time with me, making sure that I felt comfortable and that I was getting along in Boston, without my parents. With Victor, I wasn’t even sure what we’d talk about if it came to that.

  “So, Kristin, how was the rest of your day?” Andrew took a bite of pasta. “It was fine, I went shopping with Megan,” I told him. Reaching into the back pocket of my pants, I pulled out my wallet and plucked the credit card free. Handing it back to Andrew, I blushed.

  “What did you buy?” Victor asked.

  I swallowed nervously and pushed back from the table, lifting my sweater high and showing off the sexy bra. My nipples were already stiff and swollen from having rubbed against the material of my sweater all day, and I was aching for attention.

  Victor and Andrew looked at me, their faces covered in lust. Victor got up and started to move towards me, but Andrew stayed put.

  “Can we finish dinner?” Andrew asked pointedly. “Very nice, Kristin.”

  I sat down, somehow feeling like I’d screwed up.