Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 23

 

 

 

I got home later than I meant to, hoping Tina hadn’t seen Paul drop me off outside, I walked into the kitchen looking worried.

 

“Did you’ve a good time with your friends…” Tina asked.

 

“Like…yea…” I reluctantly uttered, I was useless at lying as it plainly showed on my face.

 

“How was Paul?” Tina probed.

 

“Alright…I guess…like…don’t know…yea…” I prevaricated. Knowing I’d given myself away, I tried to slide off to my room.

 

“Come here…what have you been up to?” Tina demanded.

 

“Nothing…I don’t have to tell you everything…I’m old enough to decide things for myself…” I asserted. Tina thought I sounded like a petulant kid, she heavily sighed wondering what to do with me. As long as she didn’t go off with that boy, I could do what I liked.

 

“Can I go now?” I asked. Tina was suspicious but obviously I wasn’t giving anything away, I was about to turn away and disappear to my room when Tina smelt something. She lifted the dress, for a particular odour to waft her way. 

 

“Where’s your panties…what’s that on your thighs…” Tina asked me. I was taken by surprise and it showed as shock, my whole body slumped; Tina had found out. It wasn’t the thought of being punished that floored me, it was that my younger sister had discovered my dirty secret.

 

“This is the work of that boy…Paul…” Tina shouted.

 

“No…yes…well…I can if I want to…it’s my decision…I’m old enough to decide…” I tried to sound assertive but failed miserably. Tina pulled me over her knee, I struggled having decided not to take it anymore. My younger sister had banned me from seeing my boyfriend and she’d no right to do it.

 

“Look at you…you’re smelling of sex…you’re leaking his cum…like his skanky bitch…” Tina shouted at me.

 

“Owww…stop it…” I complained.

 

“Be still…or I’ll spank you twice as hard…” Tina warned.

 

“I’m too old to spank…Owww…” I said.

 

“This is for lying to me…” Tina forcefully spoke.

 

“Owww…no…you can’t…” I moaned, now quite still.

 

“I told you not to play around with boys…you’re a dirty slut of a girl…” Tina said.

 

“Owww…no…please stop…I’m sorry…Di…” I complained.

 

“You will be…you’ll do as you’re told from now on…you won’t see that boy…or any other boy from college…” Tina emphasised with a hard whack.

 

“Owww…I will…I’ll be a good girl…honest…please…I’ll do as I’m told…sorry Di…I’m really sorry…it won’t happen again…I’ll be a good girl…I promise…” I cried.

 

Tina looked at my red bottom and felt sorry for us both, having to spank me left her with an unpleasant feeling; but it had to be done, I’d come home with a boy’s cum seeping over my thighs. Why in hell had I left behind my panties?

 

“Off to bed…think carefully about what you just promised…” Tina said. I scrubbed between my legs, feeling very guilty. Having my younger sister spank, me was humiliating, only right then I was thinking of Tina as my elder sister. It was still humiliating to be put over her knee and spanked. I was too old for that kind of punishment, though I deserved it and would try hard to be a good girl for Tina. 

 

“Damn…I’ll have to go to a doctor tomorrow…and get a contraceptive pill…” Tina said sounding determined, she too wondered if she should have spanked me. I needed keeping away from the boys in college even if I was a mature woman.

 

I breathed a sigh of relief once safely tucked up in bed, I’d been hot all evening since Paul left me needy. It had been so distracting, feeling so juicy and aroused while shopping with Tina; when Paul entered me, I almost had an orgasm then and there. The anticipation of having him, had been so very arousing, I pulled one of my pillows between my legs; wrapped my arms around it, and cuddled it to fall asleep. My dreams were mixed up, as dreams often are. Paul was making love to me, while my younger sister Tina was spanking me for it. Tina was spanking me in time with my huffing and puffing and Paul’s every thrust.

 

I tried to tell my younger sister Tina that I was a mature woman, could make my own decisions. Looking in a mirror, seeing myself dressed in a uniform; I’d to admit to being just an irresponsible collegegirl, unable to make any decisions at all. I was being told by Tina, teachers and the neighbours that I needed controlling, for my own good. Paul was behind me, distracting me by playing with my sex; his fingers were doing wonderful things to me, but I knew everyone was right, I shouldn’t be playing around with a boy from college.

 

Tina kept me busy all Saturday by cleaning the house from top to bottom. Bridges had been built, and we relaxed into an easy, co-operative routine. I did as I was told, and got on with chores. We weren’t laughing together as we sometimes had, but we were getting closer. It was Saturday evening and I was looking forward to going out with my boyfriend. I reluctantly phoned him, saying I was grounded. Being kept in by Tina was embarrassing, but I’d only just got away with a spanking, and not being grounded for the whole week. The household chores had been completed, to Tina’s satisfaction and so we sat with a coffee, talking about college and work. I told Tina about college and Tina talked about work, a brief interlude stretched out, as we chatted pleasantly.

 

“Go and get changed…girl…you haven’t tried on all the new clothes yet…” Tina said. Coming back to the lounge, I posed for my younger sister. It was hoped she would see how inappropriate it was. Too short, too light and swirly to wear outside; the cotton was cheap and too thin. The patter was for a girl year younger, though it did fit.

 

“You look so cute…that’s the dress you wore out with friends isn’t it…” Tina said.

 

“Yes…it showed off my panties all the time…the least breeze…or even a draft…and it flows around my hips…it’s so embarrassing…” I complained. 

 

“It’s not that bad…you’re exaggerating…” Tina said. I wanted to go straight to my room and change into something better. Tina kept me in the lounge.

 

“Don’t bother…help me…put out some treats…there’s peanuts…pretzels…and other bits and pieces…” Tina directed. The first of the neighbours arrived and I was supposed to greet them. A grimace and a murmured greeting didn’t do the trick. They came in anyway.

 

“Such a lovely girl…how old is she…” Patricia asked. The woman was around the same age as me, which made it awkward.

 

“Guess…” Tina said. Patricia examined the dress, the makeup and hair style.

 

“The darling girl is fourteen…” Patricia guessed.

 

“Right…” Tina said and winked at me.

 

“Di…” I complained, no one would believe I was that young, the woman was having fun with me; it was the damn dress, it was far too young for me.

 

“Come here…such a lovely dress…I bet you love it…does she wear it all the time…” Brenda said.

 

“Yes…I’m always having to wash and dry it…it’s the ironing…I don’t like…” Tina commented.

 

“Me too…it’s such a bore…” Julie cut in.

 

“I don’t like ironing…” I said. The woman laughed.

 

“You won’t…dear…when you get married and have a family…” Sylvia laughed and the others joined in. I was caught off guard when Patricia lifted the hem, she was looking at the material but caught sight of my panties.

 

“Dirty little girl…” Patricia whispered and gave me a mean look.

 

“What’s she done…let me see…” Tina said. I was mortified, how could she let the neighbours see my panties. For once I wore a decent pair, rather than a thong. Tina grabbed an arm and lifted the dress.

 

“Why are you so wet…you’ve been seeing that boy again…you’re turning into a dirty slut…I told you…you’re grounded…and not to see that boy…” Tina shouted.

 

“What have they been up to…” Patricia asked, eager to hear the dirt.

 

“I came home…found them in the bedroom…at it…” Tina angrily spoke. I was rigid with fear, unable to think straight with dread streaking through my mind, I just stood there. Tina sat down and pulled me over her lap.

 

“You’ll behave…do as you’re told…” Tina emphasised with a slap.

 

“Owww…please Di…I’ll be good…honest…” I spluttered.

 

“Owww…please…don’t spank me…” I yelped. I felt every slap of my bare ass as a nail, pining me down in the collegegirl role. How could I possibly explain to neighbours that I was a mature woman after this. In front of them I was being spanked by my younger sister and that was grinding me into a submissive position in my own home. This was a reminder that I was no longer the adult. I was now a teenager, being told what to do, being controlled from morning to bedtime. If it wasn’t Tina, it was teachers, and in between times it was my boyfriend; everyone was telling me what to do, and getting me to bend to their will.

 

“She deserves to be spanked…Reema…she needs to be kept in check…or she’ll be pregnant before you know it…her whole life will be ruined…” Patricia said.

 

“I don’t usually believe in corporal punishment…but…you’ve got to set her straight…she can’t sleep with boys at her age…they just take advantage…then don’t want you afterwards…” Julia heavily said.

 

“Exactly…girl…listen to your elder sister…don’t go with boys until you’re ready…” Brenda heavily warned. Feeling small and frail I stood before my younger sister, surrounded by my neighbours. Having only moved in to the house a few weeks ago, I didn’t know them, expect to nod and say hi. Now they had met me and were being entertained in my house. Only, now they knew me as Tina the collegegirl. This would be impossible to get around, or explain away. Being treated by my peers like a stupid girl, was shameful and left me feeling small and worthless. Their patronising treatment was annoying, yet what could I say to adults? Especially now I’d been shown up by my younger sister to be a slut. It was awful being spanked by my younger sister, like a naughty girl, in front of neighbours it was more demeaning than when being spanked in that store.

 

I fetched a drink for someone, and scurried about trying to keep them happy. Or rather, it was Tina I needed to play up to. The thought of being spanked again kept me firmly in place as a humble teenager, in my own house. Gliding back to the lounge, I overheard Sylvia talking about a babysitter.

 

“What about your girl?” Sylvia asked.

 

“Yea…sure…that’s okay…” I agreed, wanting to get away from there.

 

“Sure…why not…” Tina smiled at me. Tina figured it would be amusing to hear what happened to me at Sylvia’s house. At least I wouldn’t be off that Paul. She sent me with Sylvia and the others went off to change. The new friends arranged to meet up in town at a club.

 

I followed Sylvia down the street to her home, I wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of baby sitting for a neighbour, but at least it got me away from Tina. We could both do with a bit of a rest. It seemed all Tina wanted to do was embarrass me, and exercise the new found authority. It was liberating not to have to worry over the budget, or make decisions, at the same time, it was annoying being told what to do all the time.

 

“Look after them…while I’m gone…Rita…we girls will be late…so Tina will stay the night…” Sylvia told the babysitter.

 

“Oh…you’ve a babysitter…you don’t need me then…” I began and was interrupted.

 

“You’re the one being babysat…Reema told me you can’t be trusted…and need watching… that boy you like so much…can’t be trusted either…maybe if you were on the pill…though I still wouldn’t let you go out with him…if you were my daughter…” Sylvia heavily spoke. I looked at the girl supposedly looking after me, she was younger, though bigger boned, muscular and taller. The girl looked a tough teenager.

 

“I shall look after your elder sister…make sure she has a good time tonight…its hard work bringing up an adolescent…especially a girl…” Sylvia pointedly said. A chance to be home alone without Tina interfering, couldn’t be missed.

 

“I don’t need babysitting…I’ll go back…and do my homework…” I eagerly promised. Sylvia and Rita looked at each other.

 

“Sure…of course you’ll…with that boyfriend of yours…a lot of homework…” Rita laughed.

 

“Don’t forget…I believe in spare the rod…spoil the child…if anyone…including our visitors here…misbehaves…spank them…” Sylvia heavily spoke.

 

“But…err…Mrs Harvey…” I began to protest.  

 

“It includes you too…while you’re in my home…my husband believes in hard discipline…and it applied to you…got that young lady…” Sylvia warned, with a finger stabbing my chest.

 

“Yes…Ma’am…” I quickly answered. Sylvia patted my bottom under the floating dress.

 

“A spanked bottom puts them right…it reminds them of their place…” Sylvia heavily spoke.

 

“Yes…I know the house rile…” Rita said, while nodding her head. Rita looked at me with a frown of curiosity. I was dressed too young for the age of nineteen, and at twenty-six the dress silly. I realised the girl had found me out and she wondered why it hadn’t happened before. Rita shrugged her shoulder and went into the kitchen. I sat in the lounge wondering how to get out of this unwelcome situation. Sylvia had quickly changed and was ready to go. As soon as she did. I would make a break for it.

 

“Have a nice time…I’ll keep them under control…no wild parties…” Rita laughed.

 

“I know…I can trust you…go hard on them…straight away if they play up…” Sylvia told Rita. The door slammed shut on me, and I whimpered a small soft sound. Would this be worse than being home? Tina was going out clubbing with the neighbours while I was being babysat. They thought I was nineteen, yet still needed watching as though I were a bitch on heat. Rita was around twenty-two and had guessed I was older than nineteen. Why hadn’t she said anything? Maybe a double payment from Sylvia and Tina, couldn’t be missed.

 

“I don’t really need to be babysat…not at my age…” I nervously laughed.

 

“Whatever…Sylvia said to babysit you…so that’s what I’ll do…you heard what she said…if you don’t do as you’re told…I’ll spank you…don’t think…I won’t girl…” Rita said and grabbed me by the arm. Rita gently shook me, with a clear message that she could do worse, the grip hurt, so I’d no doubts she was capable of inflicting pain.

 

“Would you like a drink?” Rita asked.

 

“Sure…that would be good…” I sighed, for just a moment I thought the offer was for a stiff pick-me-up. A vodka and lime would have been good, accepting the wet glass from Rita was a mistake. The mixed fruit drink was red, and looked fatal to cheesecloth. Inevitably the glass slipped from my hand, spilling juice over my dress.

 

“God…damn…quick…don’t just stand there…get it off…and in the sink…” Rita chided me, she lifted the hem in one heft, and had it over my head with both arms entangled. A slight hesitation by me, then I gave in to the inevitable.

 

“Look at the mess you made…stupid girl…get the underwear off…I’ll soak it…otherwise you’ll have nothing to go home in…” Rita said. Reluctantly I slowly peeled off my panties and then the bra, I dropped them into the sink. Some washing up liquid and a pounding helped.

 

“These panties are dirty…by the look of them…you’re a bitch in heat…” Rita smirked.

 

“I don’t feel like it now…” I tried to joke.

 

“Is that why you were sent over here…for me to watch…I mean…” Rita commented.

 

“I guess so…Di doesn’t lime me going out with Paul…my boyfriend…” I said.

 

“Have you done it with him…I see…how old is he…I guess she knows best…” Rita said.

 

“Hey…how can you say that…like I’m nineteen…yea…I can make my own decisions…who I see and go out with…” I complained.

 

“You’ve to act your age before being trusted…you can’t dive into a relationship…and hope for the best…I know what guys are like at that age…Tina…be careful…or you’ll get hurt…” Rita said.

 

“I guess so…but he said he loves me…and I love him…what can I do…” I said not expecting an answer.

 

“Just be careful…don’t fall into bed…whenever he clicks his fingers…” Rita told me, knowing the look in my eyes.

 

“I don’t jump into bed…whenever he likes…I’m not a slut…” I firmly told her.

 

“Who you trying to convince…me or you…” Rita asked, she looked me over, wondering if there was something wrong with me. Why would I need watching, why was I going out with a guy much younger than me; I was a horny bitch, so maybe that was all there was to it. I was bent over holding onto my naughty bits, trying to hide them. 

 

“I’ll get you something to wear…you’re staying the night…as the women will be out late… very late…if I know them…” Rita informed me. Standing naked in stranger’s home, left me feeling terribly exposed. Feeling vulnerable brought on a terrible thought, of being put over the girl’s knee and spanked. This was the down side to being thought of as a collegegirl, my life wasn’t mine anymore, there had been an exhilarating sense of freedom at first, then everything closed in on me. Parental controls weren’t just being exercised by Tina. At that moment the twins made their appearance, for a moment neither me or Rita realised they were there. A cheeky laugh had us turning around to find the two boys spying on us.  

 

“What are you two doing here…do you want extra chores…I can soon find you something to do…something tedious and boring…go on…get out…you shouldn’t be here ogling Tina…” Rita shouted. It would take more than a shouting at for the boys to be put off, they shared comments about my naked body. I felt completely humiliated, Rita grabbed a towel from a pile of clothes just dried and wrapped me.

 

“There…now…end of the show…” Rita declared. Barry and Joey walked off laughing about my lack of pubes, and my large breasts. My breasts weren’t huge but larger than any of the girls at college. The twins were nineteen, though they behaved younger when together. Always being together meant it was difficult to get a girlfriend, so they were a little immature around girls. I was embarrassed having a couple of boys laughing at my nakedness, their remarks were complimentary, so it wasn’t all bad.

 

“For heaven’s sake…get me some clothes…I can’t go around in a towel…” I complained.

 

“Shut your mouth…or I’ll shut it for you…don’t pretend to me…you don’t like flashing your body…” Rita slapped my bottom and said. I wondered what she meant, the dress wasn’t suitable for a woman my age, but I was supposed to be a girl. Following Rita to a bedroom for clothes I could hear the boys laughing together and my name was mentioned.

 

“There’s nothing here of Sylvia’s that will fit you…I’ll go home…get something from my sister…” Rita said.

 

“You can’t leave me there…well…be quick…” I crossly said. 

 

“I’m supposed to be looking after you…so don’t tell me what to do…” Rita replied, grabbing me, she bunched up the back of the towel and slapped my ass.

 

“Owww…stop that right now…you can’t…Owww…” I cried out.

 

“Leave her alone…Rita…” Barry said.

 

“Yea…she hasn’t done anything…” Joey added.

 

“Do you want to slap…” Rita meanly asked them, they stood their ground, trying to look as mean as Rita.

 

“You just don’t like being told what to do…don’t take it out on her…” Barry said.

 

“Fuck you…think you know it all…I’m going home to get her some clothes…stay here…don’t cause trouble…or I’ll hot all of you…” Rita said and let me go. As soon as the front door closed, the boy’s turned on me.

 

“We want a kiss as a reward…” Joey said.

 

“Thanks…she hurts when she slaps…” I said, while still fidgeting with the towel.

 

“You calling Rita a slapper…” Barry asked, with a big grin. I felt self-conscious from the way they were staring at me, they both moved closer hoping for a kiss.

 

“Hey…like no way…guys…yes…no…” I yelped as they grabbed me. They tumbled in a heap on the large bed, wrestling around. I was trying my best to fend them off while they playfully pushed me around. The towel unwrapped from around me and I hit out at them, they grabbed my wrists and held them down. There was little I could do against two pairs of hand. Breathing heavily, they took a rest, only for a moment, the boys began to tickle me then the towel completely unwound from me and slid to the floor.    

 

“Stop it…please…cover me up…” I cried out, the boys stopped teasing me, though still pinning my arms down.

 

“Please…cover me up…” I said, my legs were entwined around each other like vines, it was all I could do in way of protection. It hadn’t occurred to me that they would go too far, as surely, they would have by now. They seemed they were just going to play around and hoped it would stay that way. Nevertheless, it was embarrassing being on a bed naked, with two boys.

 

“Give us our reward for saving you from the evil witch…” Barry asserted.

 

“Yea…you should give us a kiss…” Joey smiled at me.

 

“Will you let me go then…” I said, wondering if I was doing the right thing.

 

“We’ll see…kiss first…” Barry said. I closed my eyes and puckered up, in an exaggeration of a kiss. Barry was first, his soft kiss was pleasant, more so than I thought it would be. Opening my mouth slightly, I felt his tongue gently explore my mouth. It wasn’t an invasion, or an intrusion it was a gentle sensitive touch. I heard myself murmur appreciation, for some reason I felt safe with the two of them. They seemed nice and they had protected me from a beating. Calling Rita an evil witch wasn’t fair, though maybe they’d experienced a thrashing from her.

 

“Mmmm…that was nice…Barry…” I smiled at him. My comment fell out before I realised, it wasn’t a wise thing to say, but he gave an embarrassed smile in return and that reassured me.

 

“My turn…” Joey said. He kissed nicely too, it was so very relaxing, I was sinking into the bed. I felt like a fairy princess being awoken by a prince, expect there were two of them and I wasn’t waking up. Instead I was drifting away into a pleasant fantasy world. How long had they been kissing me? When did I start kissing him back? Which brother was kissing me? One stopped to catch his breath then the other took over. My whole body was tingling! Oh! Hell! One of them was kissing my breasts while the other kissed my lips, they still held my wrists down leaving me feeling helpless. Pushing my head up, I tried to get free of his lips, opening my eyes; I also tried to tell him to stop. At last he stopped kissing me and I was it was Joey; his brother Barry was enthusiastically kissing my breasts.

 

“Stop it…Barry…I think that’s reward enough…” I said, getting my breath back. I wondered what they would think, if they realised who they were playing around with. I was a mature woman, an adult, not a girl their age. They shouldn’t be kissing me like this and I shouldn’t have allowed it. Did they think I’d encouraged them by not struggling enough, and letting them kiss me?

 

“Oh…no…stop that…stop it right now…you’re a naughty boy…take your fingers away…” I cried out. When I’d parted my legs, I’d no idea; one of them had been fluttering his fingers down there as light as butterfly. Now fully aware of what was happening, I needed it to stop. Hearing myself groan wasn’t a good sign, one of them was still kissing my breasts, making them highly sensitive and responsive, the other was exploring my sex more fully. They must have been doing something down there when they’d me mesmerised, it would have been ever so gentle so as not to startle me. There was no pretence now, he was working me hard. Oh! Shit! Not now, not here, not with these boys! I was close to an orgasm and couldn’t or didn’t want to stop.

 

“Oh…yes…Mmmmm….” I hissed. I arched my back and my legs stiffened, trapped under their bodies, my hands twisted then formed fists.

 

“Ugghhhh….” I spilled out a long gargling sound. Just as quick I slumped onto the bed, replete, unable to move. I let them loose upon my body, unable to draw my legs together, they were free to explore. Their fingers and lips toured every contour, seeking out every crevice and bump. Licking, kissing, caressing, stroking, pinching, they had free reign over my body.

 

“Ohhh…yes…please…let me go…I can’t take anymore…” I whimpered.

 

“Do you like it…” Barry asked.

 

“Oh…yes…it’s wonderful…” I exhaled, then gasped on feeling fingers exploring deeply.

 

“You like this…don’t you…” Barry said while rubbing my clit, another hand teased my anus, while fingers were in my vagina. Lips sucked on both nipples, and a hand gripped one of my breasts. My arms were still under their bodies, held down, unable to defend myself. Not that I could do anything anyway.

 

“Yes…oh…yes…” I said while shaking my head from side to side. I was unaware of who was doing what to me. Thoughts were no longer forming in my mind, sensations and feelings were all that my mind could cope with and rational thought had left for someplace else. Another orgasm slowly approached and was welcomed with all my heart. The last one was like a dam bursting, overawing me. This was like a seeping of warm liquid overtaking my entire body and mind. I was drowning in beautiful sensations.

 

“Oh! God…what have you done to me…” I muttered.

 

“I’m there…I’ve cum…” I announced. I lay on the bed outstretched, no longer trapped, except by my own weakness, unable to move. Their hands continued to massage my naked body, eliciting little whimpers of approval.

 

“You alright now…” Joey asked, they lay back next to me, smiling. It occurred to me that they hadn’t been satisfied, and might be planning on using me for themselves next. After receiving such pleasure how could I deny them, how could I possibly take the two of them? What about Paul?

 

The front door slammed shit, which seemed to be the normal way Rita treated doors, three of us jumped up, and Joey threw the towel at me, as the two brothers left for their own room. Rita made noises in the kitchen then called me.

 

“I’m making a coffee…” Rita shouted. Tucking a corner of the towel tight under my arm, I padded on bare feet to join her.

 

"That’s all I could get that might fit you…Sis wouldn’t part with anything…she’s too anal… I’d a fight with her…then had to clear up…otherwise…I would have been back sooner…” Rita said. It didn’t sound like an apology, though maybe as close to it as she could manage.

 

“You all right…they haven’t been bothering you…I’ll sort them out if they have…” Rita threatened.

 

“No…they’re alright…they left me alone…” I lied, Rita looked me over, seeing me flustered and knew something had happened. She shrugged, not caring what it was, just so long as nothing was said.

 

“Do you want the clothes or not…” Rita asked.

 

“Yea…like…thanks…” I murmured.

 

“I didn’t wear any of that…I was always rough to wear girly stuff…” Rita laughed. I quickly pulled on the panties then the dress. It was another short-flared dress, why was I destined to show off my panties. This time they were sensible hipsters, only they were white with pink flowers. If I dare look in a mirror, I would see a nice young girl in a party frock. Rita laughed and pulled me by the arm to stand before a mirror in the lounge.

 

“Cute…I don’t do cute…nice though…you look really nice…girl…no wonder the boys are sniffing around you…” Rita laughed. I was red with embarrassment, which at least replaced the flush of an afterglow. The dress was more for a girl of sixteen or younger, rather than the nineteen-year-old I was supposed to be. The shoulder riffles were way out of fashion, Rita must have been given this some years ago.

 

“Sit there…drink your coffee…” Rita said as usual making it sound like an order.

 

“So…what have you been up to…don’t look so evasive…I mean at home and at college…got a boyfriend…” Rita asked.

 

“Yes…Paul…like…he’s in my class…yea…” I said.

 

“He’s the one your elder sister is keeping you away from…does he treat you okay…” Rita asked. I was feeling very guilty now, it was bad enough before, but not the afterglow had worn off I was feeling flat and upset with myself. It had been wrong to let those boys play with me, on so many levels. I’d really been acting like a silly girl, a real slut. Was that why Tina my younger sister was going so hard on me?

 

“He does…like…real…kind and nice…” I said, we talked about nothing in particular until Rita decided she’d better things to do.

 

“You can go upstairs…play with the kids…keep quite…while I study…” Rita said. I walked in on the twins, feeling nervous. It was important to keep them quiet, and not reveal to Tina, or Paul, what happened. Of course, they weren’t as old as me, at twenty-six, but then everyone thought I was nineteen. A feeling of owing them a sexual favour made me shudder.

 

“Hi…come in…” one of them said and closed the door behind me. I wondered which one of them was sitting on his bed. Looking at his fingers, I wondered if it was him playing with me until I cum. He certainly had the touch, maybe they’d taken it in turns to excite me. In any case, they’d been working my body over at the same time. A little thrill ran down my back, ending between my legs, these panties weren’t wet yet, but were starting to dampen. I told myself to stop it and get them to keep quite over what happened. If Tina my younger sister found out I would be spanked, put to bed and grounded for the entire week, or longer.

 

“I wouldn’t make any noise…if I were you…she gets really upset when disturbed…she’s likely to spank you…use a wooden spoon on your ass…” Joey said. I felt self-conscious in front of these adolescent boys. I stood before them tongue ties, not knowing what to say. What could I say after they’d been intimate with me? The dress was too short, there were two beds in the room and the boys were looking at me so intently. The look was turning into lust, I looked at the door and wondered if it was worth facing a spanking to escape these two. Shit! I was a mature adult, not a kid. Rita couldn’t spank me; these boys couldn’t make me to do something I didn’t want to. Rita had already spanked me and the boys had done everything except fuck me.

 

Who was I fooling if I thought I’d a shred of adult authority left, I was just a silly little slut; letting the boys take advantage, not in high college or in college had I much experience. Being a late bloomer meant I’d watched friends from afar form relationships. Re-running adolescence was just so unexpected, I was unprepared for it all.

 

“She’s really strong…will have you over her knee…before you can spit…” Barry warned me. He hadn’t read my mind; he’d noticed how longingly I was looking at the door.

 

“You’d better stay with us…” Joey said and patted the bed. 

*****End of Chapter-23*****