The Lesbos Show

I had this project at school, so Olga and Dillon came over to help. We didn’t get much work done on it, though.

I was laying down on my bed, with my books, and my feet up in the air. Just trying to get them organized when I heard them in the hall. By the time I sat up, someone practically kicked my door in so it slammed against my closet door, loudly.

Then, they pushed my brother in, and he fell down. Olga kicked his butt, literally. Sticking up in the air, he fell down flat, and she stuck her foot behind his wrists. Belted together.

“You guys, what are you doing?” I got on the floor to check on him. “Are you okay?”

“The little shit was peeking in your window,” Harper sounded weird. I looked up to try and see what it was in her face, but she just frowned, and shook her head. Then, she grabbed Olga’s arm, and whispered in her ear from behind. Close enough to hear her say, ‘well, he wanted to see a show,’ or something. I’m not exactly sure, but something to that effect. Then, she slipped the top off Olga’s shoulder, over her bra strap.

So, Olga nodded, and got down. On the floor, she rubbed my brother’s arms through his tee shirt. “You like lesbos, Milo?” She grabbed one in both hands, “Turn over.” She looked him in the eyes, “Don’t lie.”

Finally, I unfrose enough to sit back. Against the foot of my bed, but ever since they said they caught him looking in my window. I didn’t know how to feel, I wondered if he could see up my skirt with my feet up in the air that way, and I crossed my legs on the floor, but he was looking right at Olga still crouched over him.

“Huh, yeah.” Dillon got down behind her, and slipped the other shoulder down her arm. “Of course he does. What sick little peeper doesn’t want to watch 2 hot girls getting naked?”

That reminded me, I was so worried about my brother looking at my underwear, I didn’t even get to think about the L word. Lesbians, Lezzies, or Lezbos? I didn’t say that, Olga did, but they never acted like this before, around me.

They never flirted with me, or asked if I ever felt a little bi-curious, when they had plenty of chances. There’s that Marla girl, and she’s bisexual. Just ask her, or wait around long enough to hear her brag about it, to anyone who’ll listen.

They never seemed interested in her neither. On the contrary, they always scoffed, and rolled their eyes whenever she came over to tell us. She must be super horny, and slutty if she went up to anybody she could find, to talk about her sexuality. Just to see who she made horny, but not me.

Now, Dillon is kissing Olga’s neck, and gripping her bra cups through her top. The sleeves pulled down off her shoulders, and “Umh,” Milo shaking his head like he can’t believe what’s happening, either. Right on top of him, both of them sitting on his chest, and maybe his tummy, too.

“Uh! Guys? I don’t think he can breathe like that, get off of him, and let him up.” Olga just rolled her eyes, but she turned around, and Dillon moved off to one side. Still on her knees, but I pulled Milo up.

“Are you okay? Uh.” I pulled a sock from out of his mouth, but he just grinned, and nodded. Excitedly. His pants were still buttoned, and zipped. Which was a relief, but I don’t know why I ever even mistrusted him. He’s my brother, Milo, and he doesn’t have to look in my window while I’m doing homework.

If he wanted to see me in my underwear, I don’t guess he could just ask. That would be weird, but we live together. He’s right across the hall, and I trust him not to perv out if I leave the door open while I grab a top real quick. At least, I never had to worry about anything like that before, but now he’s watching my friends put on a lesbo show, and I don’t know how to feel about that?

“You guys, lied to me?”

“No,” they stopped kissing, halfway out of their bras, but they unhooked each other, and Olga felt around inside Dillon’s shirt.

“You never asked.”

“Uh, you really are, gay?”

“I guess,” Olga shrugged, and looked over at her girlfriend. “We’re in love, there’s no reason to overthink it, or put a label on it.”

“Oh!” Dillon hugged her, and kissed her, and then they turned sideways. Holding each other as a couple, then Dillon nodded. “We’re in love.”

“I knew it!” My brother picked the exact worse time to butt in on the girl talk. “You really had no idea your best friends were making out under the portables?”

“Uh!” Dillon looked upset, but Olga got a dirty grin. “I told you he was following us.”

“Well,” Dillon got a dirty grin to match, “If he wants to watch us make love so much.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening, but while they distracted each other again, I reached down to Milo’s belt, and picked out the end someone had tucked between his wrists. “Uh, guys! Get on the bed, or something.” I pushed his shoulder. “Lean over, and let me get this buckle.”

“Yeah, we’ll be much more comfortable on your bed.” They giggled together, and I wasn’t even paying attention to what one said that, but I was still a little pissed.

“And that doesn’t give you any right to tie up my brother.” Finally I got the belt off.

“It’s all right, they didn’t hurt me, and besides. It was kinda hot, and kinky.” He pulled his belt out of my limp hands, and I just shook my head. I didn’t look back when my books, and notebook got swept off the end of my bed.

That was the last straw, bad enough that they came into my room, with my brother tied up. They lied to me, and obviously started sleeping with each other behind my back. I thought we’re friends, best friends, and now I come to find out they were lezzy lovers the whole time, too?

And then my brother Milo said that he kinda liked being tied up. And teased, they were obviously teasing, so I just assumed that it was all just part of the act. They were pretending to be gay for each other, just to tease Milo, but now it’s pretty obvious that they don’t care about either of us any more.

They’re so into each other, we might as well not even be there. In MY room, on My bed, and I finally snapped out of it. “Come on.” I grabbed the door knob, and pulled Milo’s shirt.

“Awe, but they said we could watch!”

“I don’t want to,” I got around in front of him, and put my head right in his face. “Get Out!” I pushed him, and slammed the door before they started moaning louder, or their naked bodies started slapping together. Or they started licking pussy, making yummy noises, and stinking up my room with their sick secret sex.

I was so mad, I didn’t know what I was doing, so I grabbed Milo, and pushed him back in his room. “Get on your bed.”

“What are you going to do?” He dropped his belt, but then he stood up to me, “You’re not going to hurt me, you don’t have it in you.”

“I’ll show you.” I was so pissed off at him insinuating that I wanted it in me. Not sadistic violence, I was just mad, with all the pent up rage, betrayed, and paranoid feelings that I’d ignored, and pushed down where I didn’t have to face them. “I said get on your bed NOW!”

I pushed him, in the middle of undoing his pants. “Keep your pants on, nobody wants to see your little dick.” I felt my panties slip down under my skirt, and realized those were my thumbs hooked in the back of my waistband. “You like lesbos so much, huh? Well, let’s see if you can eat pussy like a sick lezzy.”

It wasn’t gay, but it was incest. I guess, it was kinda rapey of me, too. Not that he was fighting back, or complaining at all, but I was so pissed. I doubt it would have stopped me even if he wasn’t so willing, and horny. So, I pulled my skirt up over his head, and sat on his face. “Yeah, eat that nasty ass cunt. You taste those disgusting juices? Huh, you like that you sick little fag, huh?”

I didn’t know what I was saying, and even as the words came out of my mouth, I could hear how stupid they sounded. “Wannabe dyke. Sick creepy peeping pervert!”

“Muph!” He finally pushed my back up, off his mouth so he could breathe, but then he grabbed my hips, and pulled me down again.

“Uh, yeah. You love it. Uh, god that feels so good, yeah. You been practicing?”

He pushed me back up, “Yeah, me, and Izzy.”

“Shut up,” I snapped out of it. “Isadora, Martin?” Shook my head, “Really?”

“Yeah, why? She is my girlfriend, and we have been going out for…”

“Shut up.” I grabbed his stupid face, and stuck his cheek in with my thumb, but I thought she had the hots for me. I mean, I never really wanted that kind of attention, from another girl. A younger girl, about my little brother’s age, yeah. But she really had a crush on him all that time, and they snuck off to play stupid kiddy sex games behind my back?

“Huh!” There it was. I lost it for a minute there, but I was starting to find it again. That hurt betrayed feeling, and a little jealousy that he was getting some before me, and cheating on me, with Isadora? Of all people, what does he even see in her? She doesn’t have any boobs, and I bet she doesn’t even have a single hair on it neither.

“Huh, get it out.” I finally let his hands out from his sides. With my underwear stretched so tight over his tummy they started to split down the seams on both hips. So, I ripped them off, and wadded them up. “Not a word, about this to anyone, you hear me?”

“Yeah ah!” He opened up his mouth wide, and even stuck his tongue out. So, I stuffed the torn underwear in there, and scooched back on his chest. His panting tummy, and sat down on his crotch. His bare hairless boner, and what the hell is he even doing, hitting on my friends when he doesn’t even have any hair on his balls yet?

I don’t know, and I don’t even care. I was too busy humping him, sawing right down the middle, and grunting, until it made me moan. “Oh, you’re so hard!”

“Uph, snh!” He looked up, and nodded. Grinning.

“Wipe that smile off your face!” I slapped him. “Uh, you think I’ve got it in me now, huh?” I just kept smacking him, and riding him. Until the most incredible feeling boiled up, and grabbed me. Shook my head brutally, and shoved me down.

“Oh, oh god. NGH!” I just shook, and tried to breathe, moaning on top of him. “Huh, what have I done?”

Then, I head clapping, beside me. “Huh!” I looked, but then I turned my head away, and tried to hide behind him.

“Wow, you sure taught him a lesson.” Olga sounded so proud of me?

“Yeah, I’m impressed. We probably couldn’t have done it better, between us.”

“Huh, yeah.” My brother rolled over, and hugged me. “That was amazing.”

I just blushed, shaking my head rudely, but at the same time. I finally managed to say “Thanks,” because they’d all given me such good compliments.

“I was wrong, you do have it in you.”

“Well,” I felt back, in the ruffles of my skirt, and pulled the hard twig out from between my legs. “Huh, not yet.” I squeezed it.

You know, because I was still technically a virgin, I guess. Not for much longer, but still.

We all got a good laugh out of that.

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