“Come on,” she said. “You too. Get that top and shorts off. I want these guys to see the real thing.”I did as I was told. I snuck a peek at us...both in the mirror. We looked pretty hot.“Follow me to the bottom of the stairs,” she said. “When I pass you the camera run upstairs and hide it so that Terry and his friends will never find it. I’m going to get video of those jerks with their dicks in their hands. Then we’re going to make them pay for this stunt. One by one. You get to pick the. After removing my other boot, and my panties from my right leg, Michael stood up and kicked off his shoes. He then removed his shirt. Lying on the bed, with my legs open, and my pussy exposed, I watched my stepbrother strip for me. His broad shoulders and well developed pectoral muscles looked like they had been chiseled from stone. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. As he removed his jeans and boxer shorts together, his erection literally sprang up, straining towards. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the guy's head turn away from her. Of course, his eye had been drawn to her movement of the skirt, as sure as two iron filings would be drawn to a magnet. His attention reminded her of her work shift this evening and she smiled inwardly, mischievously, and the thought occurred that this trip might not be as dull as usual. She shifted her position slightly, easing her bottom forward a little in her seat and, as she thought it would, the rough denim stayed in. I was desperatly thinking about what to say, when she opend her mouth and said that if I liked what happend last night, there would be seconds tonight. But only if I was game. I wanted to look deep into her eyes and tell her that I was more than ready to give her an amazing night, but all I could say was yes of course. The microwave made a beeping noice and all aunt Linda said was nice, see you later. I ate my food and went upstairs to have a shower and then play some videogames until Linda.