“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 delicious. 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.
After dinner, I went upstairs and started putting my new clothes away in the dresser drawer that Andrew had cleared for me. I was just about done when I heard the bedroom door open. Heavy footsteps sounded behind me, and strong muscular hands wrapped around my waist, gripping me tightly.
“You’re so sexy,” Andrew whispered in my ear. I blushed, turning around in his arms and tilting my chin up for a kiss. When our lips met, it was in a flurry of passion. Arousal and lust spiked in my blood as Andrew tangled his fingers in my hand, feeding on my open mouth. His tongue danced in my mouth and I felt my pussy tingling with excitement. Wrapping my arms around Andrew’s shoulders, I pulled him close and shoved my body against his muscular bulk.
“Thanks,” I whispered softly when we’d broken away. My breath was coming in frantic, damp bursts and I shivered at the intense way Andrew’s eyes flicked over my body.
“I don’t want to share you, Kristin,” Andrew panted. “I want you all for myself.”
An elicit shiver ran through my body as Andrew stared deeply into my eyes. When we kissed, I pressed myself close to him. Somehow, it felt even more intimate just being with him alone than being with him and Victor at the same time. Andrew sucked and nibbled on my lower lip, making me moan deeply into his mouth.
“God,” I purred. “Andrew, I want you.”
Andrew’s hands slid under my sweater. He rubbed his thumbs over my swollen nipples and I gasped in pleasure as he began to pinch and pull at the stiff flesh. Arousal swirled through my lower body and I moaned. Andrew shoved a muscular thigh between my legs, pressing it against the crotch of my jeans. My pussy was on fire inside the silk panties and I eagerly ground against Andrew’s thick leg.
The bedroom door burst open and Andrew and I leapt apart. I blushed madly as Victor walked into the room, smirking.
“Hey, Kristin,” Victor said. “Come here.” He beckoned me with a finger. Desire and lust were swirling through my body, but suddenly I felt confused.
“Damnit, don’t you knock?” Andrew asked angrily. “Come on, man. We were having a moment.”
Victor frowned. “Kristin, don’t you want to kiss me?”
I sighed and flopped down on the bed, feeling a confused blend of emotion and horniness.