“Happy fucking birthday,” mumbled Julie, as she imagined herself wearing the dress on display in the window. It went well with her eyes, but it was a little too ... flirty. She had the body to pull that off, of course, seeing as she was short and cute; not killer gorgeous, with the legs and boobs and all that, but she had an elfin face with a nice smile framed by light brown, shoulder length hair. Her body was fine too, developed through years of ballet (too short to ever make it big, assholes), gymnastics (too developed to be taken seriously, jerks) and trying for the school dance squad (not developed enough, bitches).

She was pretty, but not pretty enough obviously; she wouldn’t have been dumped by four guys last year alone if she was hot. She certainly wouldn’t be celebrating her birthday alone. Karl dumped her the day before her birthday, what sort of asshole does that?

Same sort of asshole Mr. Crenshaw is. Julie’s lips pursed into a deeper than usual frown. A lab and a huge homework assignment due tomorrow and I can’t work on it at home because dad wants to have some time alone with his new bimbo. Now I have to go to Ben’s house. Fuck. I have to spend my birthday doing fucking homework with a fucking loser while his fucking bitch sister laughs at us.

I’ll come back for the dress tomorrow. It goes with my eyes and maybe flirty is more my style. The change might get me a better grade of guy. Fucking Karl. I would have dumped him in another few weeks anyway.

Cursing her dad for not letting her have the car (he was too fucking busy fucking tonight to need it), she walked another block before entering the strangely misshapen shadow of her oasis. To most people it was a dumpy three story building that housed both Seth Grünwald and his shop full of new age garbage. Julie saw the building and the Shoppe that way too, but Seth was cool.

Seth was one of mom’s old friends and an attentive ear. Sometimes it felt like the only balance she had in her life was Seth. He was more father to her than her dad was, certainly the only connection to mom she had left since dad started taking up with bimbos. And pretending that the shit Seth sold actually did stuff was very seductive. Easily half her fantasies were based on seducing Orlando Bloom with one of Seth’s “magic” crystals.

Inside the Shoppe, crystals and pendants and things littered the place with no rational ordering. The only way to navigate the Shoppe was with Seth’s help, and he wasn’t all that helpful most of the time. Julie’d watched him with customers when she was burning time or just looking for a sympathetic ear. People would come in for one thing and Seth would sell them something else or nothing at all. Mostly nothing because when he couldn’t totally dazzle someone with flim-flam, they just walked out empty handed. Seth made more money doing magic routines at parties than he did off his store, that was for sure, but somehow the store survived.

She looked around the Shoppe. Seth always insisted on the old spelling and funny pronunciation—“not ‘thuh’ shop,” he always said. “‘Thee’ Shoppe”—and it had sunk in over the years. It felt more natural now; while other people had shops, Seth had “the Shoppe”, but right now he was nowhere to be seen.

He was pretty stupid sometimes; leaving while the Shoppe was open and the door unlocked. Anyone could just walk in, grab stuff and walk out. Julie flicked large, blue, eye-shaped crystal with a finger and looked around. There were a couple of darts in the Copperfield poster as usual. Seth used to use a Siegfried and Roy poster for target practice, but he took it down after Roy got mauled.

“Hey!” Seth had appeared behind the counter, soft smoke clearing around him; he’d probably come from the back room and snuck across the store while she was looking at something and let off a stage bomb. Seth loved making his dramatic entrances and it was silly shit like that that made him hilarious at parties.

“Happy birthday, Julie. Seventeen ... you do not look a day over the old one-six, darling.”

“You’re the only one who noticed so far, Seth. I think Dad maybe did, he gave me a wad of cash, but he does that all the time when he just wants me out of the house for a while. He’s got a new ‘girlfriend’, you know. Met her in the city, probably on a corner, and brought her back with him.”

Seth cocked an eyebrow. “Not good mother material?”

Julie gave him the look of death. “Fuck you Seth.”

His eyes darkened. “Julie, you know you should never swear in the Shoppe.” Despite the stupidity of what he was about to say next, what he always said next, he looked dead serious. “You will misalign the crystals.”

“Sorry,” Julie lied. “I forgot.

“He’s dipping in the bottom of the barrel again, Seth. Mom was smart and beautiful. She loved me. Dad’s new model, Carrie,” her voice dripped giggly scorn over the name, “is just like the others he’s had since—long legs, tits like cantaloupes, and she’s about as smart as one too. And if he brings home anyone younger, she could be my little sister.”

“‘Carrie’ sounds like my kind of girl. You don’t like her much, so how about you introduce us? I can steal her away from your dad, no problem.”

Julie looked at the affable, overweight, balding, middle aged lump. No way was her first thought, but then, Seth .... Something about Seth. Maybe he could. Could do ... something. Hypnotize her like he did with my babysitter Brit at my thirteenth birthday party. Watching her chase Seth around like a lovesick puppy was hilarious—and hot. I almost wanted a go at her, and I still dream about it, sometimes.

Seth had a smirk on his face, his “I know what you’re thinking” grin. He didn’t because he couldn’t, but if he did ... well, if he really knew he’d probably be laughing his head off. “I wouldn’t wish her on you. She’s just so ... stupid.”

“But she does have something you want.”

“Like what?” Julie snarled.

Seth leaned on the counter, his dark eyes seizing hers and not letting go. “Well, she does know how to get and keep a guy’s attention. How would you like to be able to get any lover you wanted? How would you like to keep them forever? How would you like to have, and keep, real friends?”

“Stop teasing me, Seth. I never should have told you about that dream. I suppose you have a ‘crystal’ for enslaving movie stars?”

“No, no, no. Crystals are good for the small stuff. For this you need some honest-to-god gems and gold. Real, pure gold.”

“A ring?”

It was Seth’s turn to glare. “Pha! Rings ... rings are for amateurs—about as hard to make as ... as building a snake of clay and pressing it into a circle. As hard as this.” Seth gestured, pulled a balloon from somewhere, and, with blinding speed, made a poodle.

“Rings are for clowns,” he said, popping the poodle with a conjured pin and dropping its deflating corpse to the ground. “This is a work of craft.”

He had a necklace in his hand. How it had gotten into his hand, Julie didn’t waste any more thought on than she had with the balloon or pin; Seth had been confusing her with little tricks since mother hired him to perform magic tricks at her eighth birthday.

Where it came from didn’t matter anyway; the necklace was beautiful. Glittery diamonds were embedded in the links to catch and throw off a rainbow of delightful colors, and dangling from the chain was a gold, heart-shaped medallion. Five blue, almost completely transparent, crystals were set equidistant and, with one large pentagram-shaped red stone set dead center of the heart, made a star.

The medallion dropped between his fingers, jolting to a stop when the shining chain looped around a finger. It swung softly and the red gem drew at Julie’s eyes, her mind, and her soul. She felt herself being pulled into a pleasant arousal.

Seth was such a great guy, a fun guy to be around, to be with. If only he was her age, then she’d ... well she wouldn’t have suffered through Karl or the other losers over the last few years.

“Neat, yes?” asked Seth, speaking slowly.

“Yeah, wow.”

“Wearing this, you would be the most popular girl in school.”

“Yeah.”

“People would do what you wanted. You could captain the dance squad. You could have everything you desire. You could pick anyone for a lover.”

“Yeah.”

“You could arouse the very hottest of lusts in your lovers.”

“Yeah.” She turned on, grew horny, got wet. Lust scorched her, the tingly arousal no longer as pleasant a feeling as it had been mere seconds ago. She wanted Seth carnally. She needed him, his hands on her body, his lips and tongue exploring her sensitive body, his stiff cock between her legs, in her mouth, anywhere, it didn’t matter. Seth inside and all around her was all that mattered.

“You could raise their passion to such a level that their fingers would stroke themselves for relief that will not come and they would beg for the pleasures only you could give.”

“Yeeeaaah.” Julie leaned on the counter, panting as her hands slid beneath her skirt. One hand pulled her panties out of the way and the other stroked and stroked. Hotter, she just got hotter, no satisfaction. The more she stroked, the more she wanted and the less she got. “Please! Your cock! Please! I’ll do anything, fuck me, take me ...!”

She turned, eyes following Seth as he came around the counter. Her babbling pleas died with a gasp. Seth was ready for her. Hard for her.

“You could command them to pleasure their lover, the way their dreams have trained them. You could ... Ahhhhhh. You could instruct them to remember their forgotten times of pleasure with their lover and forget once again once they were done .... Yesssss. Cum with me, my Jewel.”

“Oh my god. Did you just hypnotize me? I-I couldn’t ... you were my best friend. I wanted to be with you always. I felt like I would do anything for you!”

Julie looked in Seth’s mirror at the reflection of the necklace she wore. She was already fantasizing like crazy, going down on Orlando Bloom and sucking him off, swallowing his cum while she shook with an orgasm of her own. She must be soaking her panties. She wasn’t wearing panties. What happened to my ...? Orlando took them in my dream before he ... his cock, hard, throbbing in my ... Fuck. No way. I must have forgot to wear any today.

“That was not hypnosis. It was the necklace, it attracts love and desire. If it made you fall for me for a moment, imagine what will happen when it is worn by a lovely girl like you. Boys will be falling all over you. All the girls will want to be your special friend.”

“This is a trick right? It’s so beautiful .... This is like what? A birthday present?”

“Oh, I can give nothing away, you know that, but I can give a birthday discount. Your dad gave you a ‘wad of cash’, did he not? I will accept that ... and services rendered.”

“What?” Julie pulled her eyes off of the mirror and glanced at Seth before drifting back to the reflection of the sparkling necklace and Orlando pulsing, hard, thrusting between her legs. “What services?”

“Oh, just you being you. Your friendship and the way you’ve been dropping in now and then, keeping me company since your mother died.”

Keep having happy thoughts, concentrated Julie as she fingered the necklace. Happy thoughts.

“Think happy thoughts to train the crystals, Julie,” Seth had said. “You want them to do what you want, not the other way around.”

What kind of bullshit is that, Seth? What happy thoughts do I have, anyway? Not many since mom died. There was the look on dad’s face when I walked in on him and mom fucking, that was pretty funny, but Mom died just after. That weekend with Karl where I lost the big V and the week where I was with the dance squad. No, that didn’t end so well—I lost the slot.

Happy thought, happy thought ... Orlando’s eyes go foggy with lust as they follow the medallion back and forth, back and forth ...

The necklace glinted. Julie got wet. The crystals learned.

Julie had been partnered with Logan when the class started, but that sort of went downhill fast when they broke up a few weeks into the term. She wasn’t working with an asshole, she made that clear to Mr. Crenshaw, so she wound up with Benjamin. Obviously Mr. Crenshaw thought he was being funny. Ben was a nobody. Not pathetic enough to be recognizable as a nerd, not a jock, not a brain, just a ‘you know’ guy. The best thing you could say about him was that he was there. A nerd or brain at least would guarantee an ‘A’ on the lab work, a Jock might be the next boyfriend, but Ben ....

What the fuck am I supposed to do with Ben? she wondered as she rang the doorbell. Duh! Test the necklace! Ok necklace, when he answers the door, make him want me.

Clack. Click. The door opened.

Horny! Horny! Horny! Julie chanted mentally, feeling herself getting hot at the prospect.

“Be-hen!” Julie stopped the chanting dead. It was Christi, Ben’s twin sister. “You better stop surfing for porn. It’s your date for the evening!”

“Christina,” called a voice over a blaring TV, “No hassling Ben. And apologize to the girl—that was rude.”

Christi was a sickening case. Ben didn’t look like much, but Julie had to admit he made a fine looking girl. Christi made Julie sick. Christi was an elf. A tall, slender, blue eyed blonde with all manner of bounty scattered across the right parts of the body.

Christi got a dance squad slot, even though she didn’t have the moves. Bitch. She’d be a perfect first person to try the necklace on, Julie realized. You like me. You like me! Happy thoughts! You like me.

Ben slouched his way around a corner and into sight. Seen alongside his sister he looked even more the loser, but Julie guessed he had an excuse. Why bother trying to compete with sis? Come to think of it, a hair cut and a bit of working out and he wouldn’t be too bad looking. Kind of a fixer upper project and he wouldn’t dump me for a shot at his sister. Fucking Karl. I bet Ben would be so desperate to get a girl like me that I could get him to do anything I wanted.

Mmmmm? Nah. He’s a loser.

“Hey Jules,” mumbled Ben. “I got the first part done, but I think the measurements for the second test are wrong. The math won’t work”

Sigh. Moron. “Where are you working? I’ll look it over. Hi Christi.” Sarcastic sugar dripped from the words. “Nice to see you again.”

The two girls shared a glare. Julie’s was certainly the nastier one, but Christi didn’t need nasty, the bitch already had everything Julie wanted. Besides Christi looked like the one who had been up to something nasty. Her face was slightly flushed and the braless bimbo was beaming.

Nice nipples, Julie thought before she caught herself staring and stopped. Please tell me I’m not going bi. Oh god, please not with her. I’d rather do her loser brother any day.

Ben straightened up. “Hey Jules, this way. I’m set up in the dining room.”

God, look at that! Is this a family of perverts? His pants are packed! How come Karl couldn’t have been hung like that? Fucking Karl.

Julie absent mindedly dropped the necklace out of the way under her shirt and then followed Ben into an entertainment room. Ben’s parents had a huge TV and a really nice stereo. Logan had been into audio systems and showed Julie a bit about home entertainment systems in the two and a half months they’d been together before she dumped him. TVs and videogames were ok once in a while, but then he’d started playing World of Warcraft and totally ignored her.

“I’m still waiting Christina,” said Ben’s dad, his attention focused on the TV.

“Thanks Mr., uh, Carmichael,” Julie said as Ben lead through the living room and past his dad. “But I can take care of myself.”

“Doesn’t matter Miss—Julie,” Mr. Carmichael amended when prompted by Ben. “I didn’t raise my daughter to be a gutter mouth.”

“DAD!” Christi didn’t look anywhere as angry as she sounded. It looked to Julie more like it was a family ritual. Julie drifted after Ben and missed Christina’s eyes lock on the sway of Julie’s departing skirt.

Cute. Wish my dad had the time to goof around with me. Julie thought, following Ben past a sliding door and into an ornate dining room. The furniture and dishes were beautiful, probably scavenged from a dozen dead and elderly relatives, and very classy. It certainly met with the Julie seal of approval. Ben’s family came from some serious old money, why’d they play it down?

Hung, quietly rich and a little on the stupid side. Maybe I should play up Ben a little. Just a little fixing up and he might be worth my time. Nah, he’s still a loser.

“Ok.” Julie dropped her pencil in disgust. “You’re right, we did something wrong in the lab or we both don’t get it. Your dad any good at this stuff?”

“Nah. Dad runs screaming from the room when someone brings up math.” Ben pushed his seat back and stood up slowly, like he was being careful about something. “Gonna grab a drink. Be right back.”

“Fuck.” Julie fidgeted. She was going to masturbate so hard when she got home. All night she’d been edging around being seriously horny and now she was so distracted she forgot where she was for a moment. “Sorry. You think your dad heard?” “Nah. Dad’s lost in TV land from six PM to eleven PM Monday to Friday. Want a Coke?”

“What else you got?”

“Orange Juice, Milk, Ginger Ale ... Sprite?”

“Bring me a Sprite. Uh.” There it was again. Just when she was starting to calm down, suddenly she’d start feeling horny for no reason. “But what I really want is to get this stuff done and go party.”

“Uh, Julie ... you got a match or a lighter or something?”

“Nooo. Why would I?”

“Nuts. Pretend this’s lit ’kay?” Ben kicked the refrigerator door shut and turned back to the dining room. One hand clumsily held two cans of pop and the other a cupcake with an unlit candle in it.

“Happy birthday to you ...,” he warbled in a so-so voice.

“Don’t be stupid, Ben. You’re a lab partner. I’m not in the market for a guy and if I was, it wouldn’t be you. Especially with that bitchy sister of yours.”

Ben looked like he’d been slapped. He handed her the pop, but dropped the cupcake on the table. “’Kay. You don’t get it at all do you? A guy can be nice to you without wanting to get into your pants. I was almost starting to like you right up ‘til then. Some people try not to be jerks, you know. I know it’s your birthday, ’s what the cupcake is for, but we could have done this assignment on Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, but no, you hadda do it today.

“I was busy,” he mocked in a shrill voice. “Now we got part two totally wrong, we need the measurements from part two to get part three and we won’t be able to redo the lab before it’s due. I try to grease things and be nice and what do you do? You ever wonder why you don’t have any friends?”

His hands flew up and cupped his face. “Gosh! Maybe it has something to do with you stomping all over people when they try and be nice! My ‘bitchy sister’ almost had you on the squad before you flipped off Katie.”

Uh-uh. Told off by a half assed loser trying to say he wasn’t after her body while sporting a huge boner. No fucking way was Julie going to put up with this, even though it was a nice looking boner. She shook her head; something had set her on edge, swinging from horny to angry, all night. Angry again, she leaned forward and glared back.

“OK right back. Nice to hear your side of the story, but what about mine? I never get any respect. I’m just a pair of tits to the nerds and not enough tits to the jocks. My dad’s a complete slut; he just ... brings home fucking bimbos and kicks me out of the house so they can screw all night. I can dance, do flips, do all sorts of stuff your sister can’t dream of and she makes the squad because she’s better looking!”

“She makes the squad because she’s a team player and you’re a bi—”

“Shut up!” Julie yelled. “I don’t want to hear it.”

A long and uncomfortable silence lay between them until Julie broke it. “I wish you’d at least try to see things from my point of view.”

“You are stunningly beautiful,” said Ben, “talented, and no one treats you the way you deserve.”

That didn’t sound nearly sarcastic enough. “Look me in the eyes and say that again.”

Ben’s eyes shot up and locked on hers. They looked weird, sort of ... empty. They also looked sort of sexy; they must have because Julie felt really turned on this time, that angry-horny thing had flip-flopped again.

“You are stunningly beautiful, talented, and no one treats you the way you deserve.”

“Right. Next you’re going to tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” Ben said.

Julie stood up and leaned in closer. She took a deep breath and wet her dry lips. Their lips closed, almost touching.

She poked him in the ribs.

Ben jerked back. “Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“Just checking. You went ... weird for a minute. You think you love me huh? Say it again and mean it. Uck!”

Ben hauled her in close, a really deep tight embrace. A hot embrace that felt really ... nice. “God, I love you Julie. I’d die without you.”

His lips attacked hers with more skill than she would have expected. The loser must have or have had a girlfriend somewhere because he actually did know something about kissing. His hands played up her back and a firecracker went pop in her brain. She started to melt into him before realizing who she was starting to enthusiastically neck with.

With a bit of struggling, Julie finally got her hands up onto Ben’s shoulders and pushed. She was breathing heavily, who’d have guessed she could get so worked up over Ben. As good as it felt, this had to end. Now.

“Let me ... go, you fuck!” She heaved backwards and toppled over as Ben let go at the same time. Another rush of heat ran through her, consuming and transforming her anger without reducing her temperature a bit.

Oh, that felt good! What’s wrong with me? Julie sat up. Ben was doing his statue thing again, looking sort of confused. Confused and really horny, Ben filled up a pair of pants really nicely. “Help me up, moron!”

Ben took her outstretched hand as a hungry pleasure exploded through Julie’s body. Ben pulled her up and in close again, too close. Their lips met, their tongues tangled, and this time she went with it. The necklace bounced.

I forgot about the necklace! It does work! I just made Ben fall in love with me! This is way better than fantasizing about some movie star, Ben’s totally mine. I’m going to make him mine completely. I hope he’s a virgin. Since I wasted my big V on Karl, it’s only fair I get Ben’s. I want it.

As his lips worked on hers and his hands began to play across her back, the heat of having her very own sex slave burned through her body, her fantasies and the magic both playing with her emotions, stoking the fire.

“You love me, Ben. You’ll do anything for me.”

“Anything,” he moaned

He’s not so bad looking either. She and Ben both could touch more standing and she felt him pressing into her belly and lower. Awesome. Fantastic. Cock. Love slave cock. She rocked against it. He’s definitely bigger than Karl; Karl was a disappointment. I never felt anything like this with him. I’m going to cum any second.

Her slave’s hands were under her skirt, each one kneading an acrobatically perfected cheek and timing her grinding.

Where did my panties go? she wondered as his wandering fingers became more intimate. Kissing was abandoned in favor of gasping into each other’s mouths. There wasn’t enough air and her blood was boiling in her veins, but it felt so good. Better than good, she felt like she did in her fantasies: hot, sexy and incredibly horny.

Julie looked at Ben’s empty eyes and knew hers must look the same “Do you really love me, Ben? If I asked you to go down on me would you do it?”

Her slave practically dropped to the floor in his haste and buried his face between her legs. It wasn’t enough. While she got off on the feeling of power from making Ben do what she wanted, he wasn’t any good at it. Karl hadn’t even tried, so, slave or not, Ben was one up again.

“Forget it Ben,” Julie said after a minute of partially effective fumbling. “You don’t have a clue, but I bet Christi does.”

“Forget what,” Ben moaned into her pussy in between pathetic attempts to please her with his tongue.

“Nothing. Your mouth is useless, but even Karl could figure out how to use a dick. Get your pants off.” With a palm on his forehead, she pushed him over. “I want to see it. I want to feel it, I want to taste it, I want it.” The khaki sport pants didn’t last long between them, but they did last longer than they would have had four hands of fumbling fingers not fought over the zipper. Julie sitting on his legs certainly didn’t help either, but she was in great position to get her first look.

He is bigger than Karl. Oooooo! Ben groaned as her fingers encircled it. She heard herself sigh as she fondled the Holy Grail and the sigh made up her mind. She could play with her slave later. Right now I’ve got better things to do.

“Like, aaaaahhhhhhhh, this.” She missed the gurgling sound Ben made as she pressed down onto him, but that’s ok; she made more than enough noise for both of them. “Love this!” she gasped, settling all the way down with her slave’s cock deep inside of her. “Gotta lose my panties more often. Much easier!”

Julie was right. Ben figured out the basics pretty fast, but he didn’t really get going until she moaned out, “Fuck me, fuck me!”

Ben exploded into action. No longer content with being ridden, he started to thrust upwards. He sat up, embracing and lifting and finally rolling her over onto her back, never stopping with the pounding between her legs as it built and built and roared through her body with the little and big pops that came with shudders of ecstasy. Her blood was lava, heat igniting everything it came in touch with. Her whole body was twitching, her neck twisting, and she had no idea what she was saying anymore. It didn't matter anyway; the slapping of flesh did all of her talking for her.

Nothing in her body was working right. Her fingers tingled, opened and closed; her mind burned; her head twisted back and forth as she shouted out total nonsense. She couldn’t even wrap her legs around him the way she had with Karl; they just kept spreading and kicking whenever she tried. Then things really went wrong, not at all the way she fantasized them. Ben came too soon and his dad popped his head into the room to see what was going on with all of the moaning and shouting.

“B-ben?” was as far as the stunned Mr. Carmichael got before Julie beat him in the race to gather enough wits.

“Go w-watch more TV Mr. Carmichael. Huuuh. N-nothing unusual about this. We’re just stuh-studying. Fuck, don’t go soft Ben, stay hard! Har-harder! Al-almost there.”

“Dad?” mumbled her fuck drunk sexual servant as his father calmly walked back to the TV room. Ben had stopped fucking.

“Keep going Ben!” she begged. “Harder! Yeessss! Harder!”

Distraction and need were growing in Julie, she was almost there. The fire that built with every command burned hotter and the feeling of Ben swelling, thickening, stretching her out as he regained tumescence blasted out from between her legs and set her whole chest on fire. Pressure built within, heart pumping molten blood. Her hips quaked. Then her brain erupted.

“Oh, Fu huck!”

A few minutes later, after the white fuzzies had come and gone and left her still burning with a lust for more, Julie worked her body contentedly. Her thighs rocked her back and forth, up and down, as Ben thrust in counterpoint. Savoring the friction and building pleasure, all she could think was ...

More!

Then Ben came again and, as he softened into uselessness, Julie knew he was going to need some help keeping up.

“Hey sis, Can I talk to you for a moment?” and pounding on the door cut through the mix tape Christina was blasting to cover her moans.

Ben, your timing sucks! Almost there. Almost! Christina took a breath, a deep one, and tried to calm herself. Within a few taps, but not before Ben hollered again, she hit pause on the stereo. She swallowed and called back, “Just a sec-cond.”

Oh god. My voice cracked. I’m nipping out and I’m going to look red as an apple. I can’t go out looking like this! Her jeans slid up an admittedly fine pair of legs and she was buttoning up when the arousal, horniness, she’d been feeling all evening got more intense. A lot more intense. The funny thing was it came with Julie’s voice.

“Christi, you will open the door.”

Bitch, she thought. Christina shot to her feet and opened the door, realizing too late she hadn’t buttoned up. Or pulled her tee shirt back on. Her brother and Julie got a brief flash before Christina slammed the door back shut.

“Let us in Christi,” Julie demanded. “We need to talk.”

I need to cum, not talk! raced through her mind along with an increasing need for satisfaction, but she opened the door anyway and grabbed for her bathrobe. Fingers aren’t going to be enough this time. God, I’m just too horny.

“Don’t bother covering up,” Julie said as she walked in. “Nice room. Hey, I didn’t know you played softball. Sit on the bed, Ben.”

It was only Julie and her brother, so Christina dropped the robe and looked over at the trophies Julie was examining. “Uh, yeah, last three years. I pitch. What do you want Julie? Say it and get out.”

“You have nice breasts.” Julie sat in Ben’s lap and her focus shifted to Christina’s bare chest. Christina watched in amazement as Julie undid the few buttons holding her blouse closed and Ben’s arms slid around her waist while his lips teased her ear. Julie wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You think I have nice tits,” said Julie. “You think I’m sexy. You’ve been fantasizing about me aaaaall night.”

There was something weird about the way Julie said that, she wasn’t asking. She was telling and she was right; Julie was hot. A lot of sex appeal was packed into that short body with those perky boobs. “What? Get out Julie. I don’t want to hear this.”

I want to get back to getting off. Imagining your sweet breasts, your legs, your ... omigod.

“Ben? What’s going on?” Ben didn’t even look at her. He always looked; it was kind of funny she could turn on her twin brother, but, despite getting an invitation to ogle his half naked sister, his eyes were fixed on his lab partner. His hand was down Julie’s waistband and it was obvious what was going on under the skirt. Julie rocked softly in time to Ben’s hand. When did those two get intimate? Why him and not me? I want to be doing that.

Julie smiled and connected the line from Ben’s working hand to Christie’s eyes. “He’s getting better at it, but, oooooo, some things need a female touch. You’d love to be that female, wouldn’t you?”

Christina felt herself nodding. No, I-I ... I want to. I really do. How’s she doing this?

“There are other things you want, don’t you? Like your brother. He’s cute, don’t you think?”

Christina’s eyes shifted from Julie’s hot body to her brother’s. Ben sat stroking Julie’s pussy and fondling her sexy tits, a stupid, happy grin on his face. Julie writhed, breathing heavily, softly sighing, and moaning sometimes. Her nipples looked so sweet, the one being stroked by her brother was making her jealous and the other making her hungry.

“Your brother. So good at this. He feels nice.” Julie moved faster, wilder. She bunched her skirt up around her waist to watch Ben’s fingering, her babbling was becoming more incoherent. “Yes. Hands on tits. Lookit my pussy. Fingers in my cunt. So hot. Fuck. Want more.”

Christina felt all tingly, like just before she came or when her sex fantasy of the moment did something she really liked or really wanted to try out. Sitting in Ben’s lap, being stroked, felt up, while sucking on Julie’s nipples ... she’d die to do that. She wanted more. She wanted what Julie was having, with her head thrown back making guttural sounds as her body quaked. Then came the contented sigh and Christina knew she had to sigh like that. She had to be made to feel like that.

She didn’t realize she’d gotten in so close until her lips brushed Julie’s. A hand was on the back of her head, pulling her in closer and, like sometimes when she kissed Tom, a tongue pressed on her lips. Unlike with Tom, her mouth opened and accepted the tongue, played with the tongue. She wanted more.

She pulled free of the hands and lips and took what she really wanted: Julie’s tempting nipple. Christina used her tongue, her hands, and her lips to do all the things that she liked to Julie. In response, Julie stopped moaning long enough to shout something that made absolutely no sense. Christina knew what it meant anyways so she kept licking and sucking. Her hands caressed indiscriminately, she rubbed herself, stroked Julie, and explored Ben; he was so cute.

When Julie really started thrashing, it was all Christina could do to keep working. Her tongue stopped rolling around the nipple she was in love with because the nipple, the breast, and the body kept moving and devoted herself to sucking and nibbling. Fortunately her brother was helping hold Julie still enough for that. He wasn’t doing it deliberately, but, since she’d replaced his hand in Julie’s gushing pussy with one of her own, Ben had to fondle something. But it wasn't her.

My pussy! Feel me Ben, you’re so good at it. God, you’re cute.

As Julie came down, Christina had a thought. I just helped bring off another girl. Oh, Lord help me. It felt so good. I want that. I want more. I want ...

“ooooohhhhh” Julie’s mouth pressed up against her belly and kissed downwards, smooth hands slipped her jeans down and fingernails teased the firm flesh of her legs. Lips teased her opening. She stepped out of her jeans and panties and a tongue slipped through the folds looking for ...

“AAAHHHHHH!” Christina’s hands locked onto the head between her spreading legs and buried themselves in sweaty brown hair. She felt herself being pulled onto the bed.

Ben made a cute pillow.

Julie sat part way up on her elbows, looking down her body at Christi. The cheerleader hadn’t known a whole lot better than Ben did at the start, but she figured it out a lot faster.

Mind you, thought Julie, she had a pretty good example to learn from. What did I do tonight? I totally lost it. So horny. I was sooo fucking horny. I’m still horny, but, fuck!

The clock on the bedside table read 8:00. Whoa, it was like five thirty when I got here. It took about fifteen minutes to check Ben’s math and we’ve been fucking pretty much non-stop since. How many times did we all fuck? I fucked Ben again, two, three more times? Hard to remember. I think I did, I know he did from behind at least once when I was eating Christi. I wonder if I had him screw his sister?

A big smile spread across Julie's face. “You can stop now, Christi.”

Christi’s eyes told it all: she was still horny, you’d have to be an idiot to miss the blush, but she couldn’t seem to decide what too look at: Julie, with her ‘nice tits’ hanging out, or her buck naked and ‘cute’ brother Ben.

When Christi buried her face back between Julie’s legs, she was a bit surprised. The tongue slithering into her pussy almost made Julie forget the tiredness, but enough was enough. Christi was enjoying herself way too much. She needed another distraction, and maybe a taste of revenge.

“Stop Christi. Don’t go anywhere. I want you to watch. Pay close attention. Don’t move, just respond.” Julie drifted in close, their lips brushed for a moment before stood.

“Stand up Ben. His cock is wonderful, isn’t it Christi? Remember how big and hard it was when I was fucking him. You really want it. Think about it parting your pussy lips, tickling your insides, sliding in and out. Stretching your cunt. Making you horny. Making you scream. You’d really like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah” Christi’s eyes were almost all pupils and totally focused on her brother’s flaccid shaft. Julie could see Christi’s mind working remembering earlier when Ben’s cock was swollen, throbbing and disappearing into a hungry cunt. Christi was remembering and fantasizing about it now, Julie could tell, the cheerleader’s face said that her mind was replacing Julie’s brown muff with Christi’s own blonde.

Time to ramp things up a bit more, Julie thought, and make sure Ben gets practice in satisfying me. Can’t have slave number one suck in bed. Suck poorly that is.

“You dream ’bout it every night. You masturbate thinking about it. Your brother’s cock, sex with your brother would be heaven, bliss, ecstasy. The only thing that can compare is me.”

Julie felt the heat building again. Christi looked like she had it bad too, she looked about ready to jump and rape her brother. Tough. “Too bad he’s your brother and you can’t do him. That would be wrong, but you can do some stuff. Like this ... watch and learn. You’re going to love doing this for guys, any guy who asks. Except Karl. You never blow Karl. He’s an asshole.”

Julie had to do it. She was so horny again, but she was getting the pattern now. Every time she made someone do something she got hornier. So did they fortunately, but she’d have to watch where she made commands in the future. That was the future though, right now she just blew softly on Ben’s flaccid cock, licked the tip softly and then, with her tongue slowly worked Ben into her mouth. Finally something Karl had been good for: practice. Every trick that haunted her dreams, everything she fantasized about doing with Orlando, she would teach Christi. Teach her on her brother.

As she moved her mouth back and forth on the stiffening cock, she wondered, I hope Karl paid good attention when I did it for him; otherwise the football team’s going to be really disappointed next week. Come on Ben. I could order you to get hard again, but this is way more fun. A dream come true!

“So that’s OK then?” Julie said, a satisfying three-way fuck and quick discussion later. “Christi, you’ll bring me to a team meeting. Don’t worry; I can convince those bitches to let me on the squad. Ben, you’ll have that list of their new boyfriends for me tomorrow right? Nobody too disgusting—just some run of the mill regular guys who won’t mind their girls being a bit on the lesbian side of bi. I don’t want anyone finding out what I’m doing yet. Do a good job and as a reward you can have all the cheerleader pussy you want.”

“I just want you Julie. I love you.”

“You sure Ben?” asked Christi, looking more than a little jealous. “She’s fucking hot, but love’s a bit strong.”

“Yeah, I love her,” said Ben, becoming all glassy eyed at some memory. “I love her.”

“What about me?” Christina asked, her face alight with a saucy expectancy. “You know, fucking is out of the question, ’cuz we’re twins, but we can do, like, other things.”

She hunkered down and rubbed his worn out cock. “All sorts of other things ...” Christina blew on it softly and then began to try and pull it into her mouth with her tongue.

“Get hard for her Ben,” whispered Julie. “Give her something to practice on and make sure you thank her properly. I want you to practice a lot too. And start working out. I want stamina. It’s fine to practice on other girls, any girls I give you, but you save the real thing for me, ok?”

Julie watched the two settle on the bed sucking passionately on each other, hands caressing writhing bodies. She got an evil idea.

“Oh, hey Ben, Christi, you know ... anal’s not real sex. You two could try that, you know. Have fun! I’ll sort stuff out with your dad and let myself out.”

If I can get past your dad without stopping for a quickie. Fuck, I’m still horny.

“Oh, hey. Mr. Carmichael ....” The look on his face was hilarious. Ben liked her tits; Ben’s dad liked them too from the way he was staring. It occurred to her that maybe she should have buttoned up her shirt first, but he hadn’t freaked out yet.

“Don’t get upset and tell me the truth. Are you any good at licking pussy?”

“What? I don’t think so, Em and I don’t go for that sort of stuff.”

Julie smiled; her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Sure you do. Give it a try—you’ll love it. Practice on your wife. There is me, and there is your wife. You practice on your wife, but you live for me. Got that?”

Julie looked down at Mr. Carmichael and not so shyly checked him out as his face changed from bemusement to lust-filled awe. She kissed him quickly and then sat back to watch his pants tent out. Ben inherited a lot, but not all, from his father’s side.

As the heat of her suggestions started her back up again, Julie checked her watch: eight thirty. She had plenty of time to get the renewing burning between her legs taken care of before she had to do the rest of her homework and she knew just how she wanted to start.

“Your wife, she ever suck you off?”

“N-no ....”

“Great. I love virgins. Give me a hand here.” As she reached for his zipper she came to another realization. Fuck homework, I’ll never have to do that shit again! I’ve got all night to screw around. Then I have to find some way to “thank” Mr. Crenshaw for trying to wreck my birthday.

“Samuel!” screeched Mrs. Carmichael when she looked in the TV room and saw her husband. And the brunette wearing nothing but a dazzling necklace that bounced with her.

“Hi, M-missus Carmichael!” Julie sang as the sofa springs squeaked. “Omigod! Is it really after ten already? We’ve got to talk about a f-few things so just stay calm and wait while I get off. You husband’s got a great cock and you’ve been totally wasting it!

“I want you to f-fuck him more, or at least suck him off whenever you get a chance. You really sh-should and I want you to love it and do it as much as p-possible because he came way too soon the f-first time. But wow! An hour and a half at his age. Your son only luh-lasted two and he had Christi helping for m-most of it.”

“Hi hoooooney,” moaned Mr. Carmichael, smiling happily as Julie accelerated her ride. His son’s new girlfriend was a real hot lay and she tasted wonderful. He couldn’t wait to try some of this out with his wife; they’d really missed out on a lot over the years, but Julie would be his special girl forever. She bucked, went still, her pussy clenched, and the beautiful sigh as she milked him inspired him to spray her insides one more time. Just like she’d said, they always came together. His wife could never match that, but, from the look on her face, she couldn’t wait to try. Em looked so sexy standing there all horny and confused.

“Hey daddy!” Julie sang. “I’m home!”

“Keep it down,” shouted her dad. “Carly’s crashed out and I’m in the den working.”

Not for long, dad. Julie smiled and unbuttoned her blouse.

The necklace glinted.