A surge of irritation flushed through me as I turned back to the TV. I don't know why it bothered me so much. I mean she could like anyone she wanted and she is smart enough to know how guys are and can take care of herself but still, athletes are at the apex of girl predators. I couldn’t explain my recent feelings of anxiety or concern that Kate would be hanging with any of the sports stars, after all they were my teammates; I was one of them. At least her boyfriend didn’t sit in the back of class and talk about fucking her, if they did it at all. I didn’t brag about my exploits either so maybe that is why the others irritated me so much. Listening to some of them talk about getting ass could convince a newcomer that every girl in our Hardcore school put out any time she was asked. I was particularly wary of Dean, my best friend. He’d been saying some pretty raunchy stuff about my sister lately and I was ready to punch him out. "Come on, tell me what's wrong." she said again as she bent over to pull off her shoes. When she did, I caught a glimpse of the black material covering her crotch up the opened gap in the leg of her shorts. Dean’s word echoed, ‘Tell me you don’t steal peeks and looks when she’s walking around your house.’ I averted my eyes before she caught me checking her out, "Nothing." I felt a shift on the cushion, "Come on little brother, are you sure?" she said in a tone I’ve heard many times. Ever since Kate found out she elbowed past me to get out of our mother’s womb 12 BDSM minutes before me she’s called me little brother, usually before pouncing on me for some fetish reason, "Pretty sure" I returned, preparing to defend myself. She eased closer, "Really?" Her voice was low, soft, a warning of her intentions. "Yeah, rea--" I got out just as she launched. She started tickling my waist causing me to jump and stand and she followed. I retaliated, my fingers went to her ribs and she burst out laughing, trying to get away but still digging at my ribs. She stopped to breathe and I took the opportunity to start tickling her again. She yelped and fell back to the sofa, bringing me down on top of her. We turned into a snake-ball of arms and legs, giggles and tickles until we both were out of breath. Our legs were entangled in a Gordian Knot and my face was buried in her still damp hair, I inhaled the scent of domination shampoo, spanking green apples. I felt her chest heaving up and down with her heavy breathing, each intake of air causing her breasts to press against my chest. My dick was centered on her crotch, it twitched. “Fortunately,” I agreed. She didn't tell me to speak. She thought for a few minutes, as she knew her brother had the capacity to almost cum . . . "It won't take very long," said Mr. Thomas as he stood behind the young girl and placed his hand over hers and brought it up to encircle Michael's shaft. When we got into the bathroom, she started jumping up and down, squealing and clapping her hands. Lastly, he used the damp washcloth to carefully wipe up the fetish little puddles of sperm that he had left all over the bathroom. “No. You are Kara’s slave now.” Her eyes spanking light up at the thought of the strong Orc woman. “It was so hot the way she had you tie her up.” That feeling didn't last long however, as the thought of the Juan domination and Christina Martinez finding out what had happened left a feeling of fear deep within her belly. He blushed, stuttered, and said, “Hell, yes, you’re gorgeous.” It was kind of odd… If anything, the Bakers have been more polite to us than ever, and Nicole was just getting more and more dismissive. It was their turn. As I dabbed his leg dry BDSM and applied a large plaster over his wound, I had to place my hand against his semi-tumescent organ Hardcore and balls, to keep them out of the way. I smiled knowing my girls were all home safe. "Ten per week?" The coat opened right up to the bottom toggle showing my legs right up to my pubic area. But it did the trick!