"Wake up, sleepy head."
Katie wiggled deeper beneath the doona, pulling it up over her head. It was Saturday morning, she wasn't meeting her friends at the mall until lunch, and she had no intention of getting out of bed before 10am.
She felt the tickle of cool air over her toes, and she scrunched them. When something tugged on the doona, she instinctively tugged back. But the stronger grip one, and the covers were drawn from her body to reveal her skimpy singlet and hippopotamus bottoms. She flung an arm over her eyes in silent protest as brightness flooded her sleepy world.
"Go away," Katie grumbled. She lay sprawled on her back on the bed, one hand out to her side, a knee drawn up. She was unaware of the picture she presented, rumpled and warm, each breath drawing the singlet tight over the firm thrust of her breasts, their nipples budding from the cold. Her silky blonde hair was spilled out over the pillow like a cloud.
Katie was unprepared for the yank on her pajama bottoms. They were to her knees before she thought to tug the bottom of her thin cotton singlet over her rainbow-brite undies. She squealed as her loose bottoms were pulled over her kicking legs and tossed at her head.
"Dreeww!" she cried, blinking blearily at him as she pushed the material away. He leant over her, one knee on the side of the bed. "What the hell?" There was no mistaking the gleam of interest in those devilish green eyes as they moved over her.
Then he reached for her undies! Katie gave a muffled scream as she wrestled him for them, wiggling on the bed and unaware of the show she was giving him. He tickled her belly, drawing a reluctant giggle from her lips as she rolled onto her front to escape further torment. Her golden mane was a tumbled mess, her bottom pert in the cotton panties.
"Pig!" she gasped as his weight settled alongside her. She was so busy struggling to hold onto her undies that it took her several moments to realise he had his hand down her undies. His thigh pushed between hers, his warmth pressed along her side as his mouth opened against the nape of her neck.
She moaned as his fingers found her, massaging her awakening bud. "Drew, stop it!" she protested weakly, her hips wiggling. It felt so good to have him touch her there. But so wrong! There were laws against this sort of thing, not to mention their parents were someone in the house. Katie would be grounded until she was twenty-one if they found out she was having sex with boys. Imagine how they would react if they discovered her having sex with her step-brother?
Katie pushed at his hand with hers, trying to close her thighs. He chuckled against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His drew his knee up, pushing her legs even further apart as he shifted over her with more of his weight. One hand slid up beneath her singlet to capture her tiny breast, molding it.
What was her brother up to? Did he think that every time he got the urge, he could come bother her? Drew was four years older than her eighteen and could have any girl he wanted. Why he was hassling her for sex was beyond her grasp. Her mum often joked about the number of girls calling up and asking for Drew, even though he lived on campus. Every time she saw him at the mall or somewhere else he had a different perky girlfriend with big bouncy tits that he seemed to adore. Hers were tiny with pouty pink nipples, and lacked the oomph required to burst or spill out of clothing.
