Fair Play

by Mia Ford

  “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 still 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 exact
ly 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 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.

  “I don’t know how to deal with you both,” I said hotly, shaking my head from one side to the other. My skin was still buzzing and itching for Andrew’s touch, but now that Victor was here, I had a feeling we wouldn’t get to pick up where we left off. The mood had been ruined. Even though I’d had incredible sex with both of them, and even though I’d picked out the lingerie for both Andrew and Victor, I couldn’t deny that somehow, being alone with Andrew almost felt more taboo than being with both men at the same time.

  “What are you talking about?” Victor crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “We’re both your friends.”

  “You’re fighting over me,” I said, blushing. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make things awkward, but it feels weird for me!”

  Andrew and Victor glared at each other.

  “You don’t have to play this game anymore, Kristin,” Andrew said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  I stared at him, loving the pleading look in his dark eyes. As much as I wanted to throw myself at him, I knew that I couldn’t. Tears welled up in my eyes and I bit my lip, glancing up at the ceiling so I wouldn’t cry. It felt incredibly weird to be crying when I was still horny.

  Everything was so mixed up. I didn’t know what to do.

  “Kristin, maybe you—“

  “Shut up,” Andrew hissed to Victor. “She’s upset, okay? Give her some space!”

  “I wasn’t demanding anything,” Victor snapped. “I just wanted her to hear my point of view. Kristin—“

  “Shut up,” Andrew growled, louder than before. “We should give her some space.”

  “No, I think she needs to finish talking—“

  “Shut up!” I screamed, jumping to my feet. “I can’t do this anymore!” I looked sadly from Andrew to Victor as my heart thumped loudly in my chest. “I have to go home,” I said softly. “This…this isn’t for me. I don’t think I can do it.”

  “Kri
stin, please—“

  “No, Andrew,” I said softly. “I’m too afraid of getting hurt.” I bit my lip. “I can’t let you break my heart.”

  Not knowing what else to do, I threw myself down on the bed and sobbed.

  Andrew drove me to the train station. We didn’t talk in the car – I felt awkward and uncomfortable around him, ever since I’d made the announcement that I was planning to leave.

  “Kristin, are you sure this is what you want?”

  I stared at him, my gorgeous stepbrother. What I want is you, I thought, afraid to say it out loud. Instead, I nodded my head slowly.

  “I think this was moving too fast for me,” I said quietly. “I’m not really the fast kind of girl, you know?”

  Andrew sighed. He reached for my hand, twining his thick fingers with mine and squeezing gently. The comfort was reassuring, but I knew that I couldn’t back down. Unless Andrew was willing to be with me and me alone, I couldn’t keep playing these dangerous games. I knew that somehow, I’d wind up getting hurt.

  “It’s your decision,” Andrew said stiffly. “I respect that.”

  We pulled into the train station and I shifted awkwardly in my seat. Part of me wanted to throw myself across the seat and kiss him, but I knew I couldn’t do that – it would be betraying Victor.

  “Well, thanks,” I said softly. “I’m really sorry, Andrew. I didn’t know this would happen.” I sighed. “I just…I don’t want to get hurt. You can respect that, right?”

  Andrew nodded slowly. “You know you don’t have to leave, right? You can stay, Kristin. You don’t have to go back there – back to that den of wolves.”

  I wrinkled my nose, nodding. “I know.”

  “And when you’re really ready to leave again, you can come and stay with me,” Andrew added. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m upset with you for leaving.”

  I blushed. “I know,” I said softly.

  A train whistle blew loudly from the station, making me jump and squeak with surprise. Andrew laughed.

  “You’re so cute,” he said. He leaned forward and my heart skipped a beat. He’s going to kiss me, I thought in excitement. He’s gong to kiss me goodbye – he really does like me! But instead of a passionate kiss on the lips, Andrew’s mouth gently pressed against my forehead.