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Double Your Pleasure Double Your Fun By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 Steve was extremely uncomfortable being stuck with Brenda and the boys, as Melanie had no choice dashing out with her father. They sat having dessert and sipping coffee for another forty five minutes talking as Brenda tried to stay calm, worried for John's mother. Finally, they left as Steve was at least happy in the front seat this time as the boys were in the back as Brenda drove towards her house. "So where do you live, Britney?" Brenda asked. "Should I drive you home? Or you're welcome to stay with us tonight, or until John and Melanie come back." "Thanks Brenda," said Steve. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd rather stay, as I'd be too nervous going home at a time like this. I'd like to be here for my Melanie if she needs me. Maybe you could stop somewhere and I can run in and maybe just buy some sweats and a t-shirt to sleep in. All I need is the couch." "I understand and that's sweet," said Brenda, patting his thigh as she drove. "I love that you're a true friend and you want to be there for her. What a wonderful young lady you are. You boys should be so lucky to find a girl like this someday. No need to spend money dear. I'll lend you one of my nightgowns, and we have a guest room." "Oh, thank you so much." Steve rolled his eyes as Brenda's phone rang. "John, is she ok?" Brenda answered her cell. "Ok, well that's good. Better not to wait. Once I drop the kids off, I'll head down there and stay with you. Please stop. I want to." "What happened?" said Steve. "They think she'll be ok, but they've got to operate immediately," said Brenda. "I'll drop you kids off and then go be there with them. It should be routine, but I need to be there for John." "No problem, we'll entertain Britney," said Luke. "Thanks boys," said Brenda, handing them some money. "Here, why don't I drop you at a movie and then you can just take a cab home. No need sitting around worrying, as it'll be a long night." "Mom, I'd say we're overdressed for a movie," Lance told her. "I'm sorry. Of course." Brenda rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm stressed and just not thinking." "But not for teen night at the Raven club," said Luke. "Drop us there mom." "Oh that's an awesome idea," said Lance. "We'll take Britney dancing since she's all dressed up, and that will keep her mind off things." "Oh fellas, that sounds fantastic, but I can just go with Brenda," Steve replied, dying to get out of it. "I wouldn't want to cramp your style and take you away from meeting girls." "Guys, you really are clueless," said Brenda. "She's way overdressed for a club, but I think that's a wonderful gesture and sounds like fun. I love the idea, but she'd look so out of place. You guys go and I'll take her with me." "Ok." Luke was disappointed as his mother saw his face in the mirror. "You know, maybe I've got another thought," Brenda said, looking at her watch and picking up her phone. "Hello Louis, are you guys still open? Closing in ten? Well wait for me. I'm only two blocks away. I'll be quick as I know exactly what I need. Thanks." Brenda made a quick U-turn, stunning everyone as she sped down the block and weaved through a few turns. She pulled up at the dress shop and slammed it in park, looking over at Steve as she opened her door. "Wait here, boys. We'll just be a minute," Brenda told the boys as she jumped out of the car and dragged Steve into the dress shop. "Come on honey." "Thanks for waiting for me, Louis," said Brenda. "Give me whatever dress you think would look best on her from your club wear. The dress she has on is a size 8, and I saw you had such really pretty things that could work, while I was browsing earlier." "Oh, I've got just the thing," said Louis. "Go in the back dear, and we'll do a quick change." "Brenda, this really isn't necessary." Steve was panicking. "I'll go with you to the hospital for support." "Please, Britney. A hospital is no place for a teenager who's not even related, and it's going to be a long night," said Brenda, kneeling and opening the straps on his shoes. "Now quickly go change as the man is trying to close and go home." "But Brenda, I can't let you buy me a dress," whined Steve stepping out of the shoes. "You and John have done too much already." "Hurry dear, it's hanging in the back," said Louis, looking at his watch. "I have dinner plans." "Don't show me that diva side now, Britney," said Brenda, walking behind him and starting the zipper for him before giving a nudge. "Get a move on, sweetie." Steve hurried into the back room, seeing the dress awaiting him. He slipped out of the little jacket and undid his belt, before slipping out of his dinner dress. This was crazy he thought, as he removed the dress from the hanger ,realizing it was a stretchy material with no zipper. He pulled it over his head, slipped his arms into the sleeves and tugged it down as tightly as possible, momentarily stunned at what he was wearing. "This is insane," said Steve, staring at himself in the form fitting dress. As he moved, the material stretched. He could see himself in a black spandex glittery dress, which sparkled everywhere he turned. He couldn't stop pulling it down as it was extremely short, barely reaching mid- thigh and had ? sleeves and a plunging neckline. Luckily, it did cover his bra and showed modest cleavage but he couldn't believe how this crazy day had evolved. "Britney, you ok in there," yelled Brenda, breaking his daze. "Yes, be right out," said Steve as he hung his dinner dress and jacket on the hanger, running out as Brenda took it as Louis handed him his shoes. "Don't panic," said Brenda, seeing the look on his face. "She's new to heels, Louis. You have anything lower." "Not in her size and to match that," said Louis, getting impatient. "And not with a pretty clutch like that either." "No problem," said Brenda, handing him her credit card. "You'll adjust, honey. You did fine in the others tonight. Hold my shoulder honey." Brenda took the shoes and knelt down, placing his foot in the left shoe. He felt like he was going to fall over, immediately gripping her shoulder as she buckled the straps around his ankle and lower calf as he held on while she did the other. He looked down, ready to scream at seeing his feet in 5 inch, black open toed sandal type stilettos, which gave little support as he wiggled his toes. The shoes were completely made of thin black leather glitter covered straps, matching his dress which began across his toe line and moved all the way up his feet before finally criss-crossing a few times and ending in a two delicate buckles above his ankles. He took a few steps, slowly testing the heels out as Brenda signed her credit card form, as he couldn't believe what was happening as Louis ushered them out the door, handing Brenda the small purse. It was completely uncomfortable as he could see the boys checking him out as he got in, tugging at his hem sitting down while Brenda carefully placed his other dress and shoes in her trunk. "Here sweetie, I transferred what I can into this little purse," said Brenda as she handed it to him and they drove off. "These little clutches never fit much, but you won't need your wallet and the boys will pay for everything. I just put some essentials in there, and don't worry about a thing." "Crank it up, mom," Lance asked his mother, she then raised the volume and they were soon bopping in the car, excited to hit the club. Steve sat there quietly as they drove, so cognizant of how short his skirt was as he was sitting, as his focus fluttered between how long his legs looked, and how the hell he was going to walk in these shoes. It was all like a dream in his mind before the cold air of the night breeze hit him in the face as Luke jumped out, opening his door as he broke his trance, realizing they had arrived. "Have fun, guys," said Brenda, reaching over and hugging Steve. "Don't worry, my boys will take good care of you." Steve swung his right leg out of the car as Luke took his hand, he used the leverage and carefully stepped out. He held Luke's forearm, balancing as they walked to the bouncer as the boys paid the cover charge and they went in. It was crazy as he noticed how his dress sparkled as he moved under the laser lighting as Luke waste no time dragging him towards the dance floor. "Luke, I can't," whined Steve, stopping and letting go of his forearm "I'm barely walking in these." "Don't be so uptight," Luke grabbed Steve's hand. "I'm not really used to clubs," said Steve, pulling his hand away. "Let's get a table please. These shoes are killing me." "Yo bro, get us some drinks and maybe she'll loosen up a bit," Whispered Lance to his brother. "Come on Brit, I see a good table over there." "Good idea dude," said Luke as he walked away annoyed. Lance put his arm around Steve, smiling as he guided him like a good gentlemen over to a table adjacent to the dance floor. He pulled back Steve's chair as he wiggled onto the raised hi-back stool seat at the small bar table, again tugging self-consciously at his short skirt as he sat. "I'll go help my brother, and I'll be right back," said Lance, leaving him as he looked around at all the people dancing and talking. He felt incredibly uncomfortable as he opened his purse to text Melanie.. He found a few tampons, lip gloss, and some hair spray before realizing Brenda forgot to switch his phone to the new clutch, meaning he would be unable to communicate with Melanie. "Hi, can I join you?" said a boy interrupting Steve as he dug through his purse to no avail. "I'm Peter" "Oh listen Pete, I'm with some friends, so sorry," Steve replied as the boy sat down. "No problem, so I'll just keep you company until they get back," said Pete. "I like that dress." "Thanks, but my friends are coming right back, so I'm fine," said Steve, getting annoyed. "So, what's your name?" Pete asked. "Listen, it's Britney, but seriously they'll be back in just a minute, but it was nice to meet you, Peter," said Steve, trying to get rid of him and extending his hand for a goodbye hand shake. "Take care." "Why don't we dance until they get back?" said Peter, extending his hand. "Come on, I don't bite and I'm sure you didn't get all dressed up to just sit around." "No thanks," said Steve getting stern as he pulled his hand back. "Seriously, take care Pete." "Come on you're so hot," said Peter, standing up and grabbing Steve's arm. "Seriously, you need to go, now," said Steve angrily. "What, do you think you're out of my league?" said Peter. "If you don't want to get hit on, then don't show up here like a fucking tease with the red hair and the skirt barely covering your ass." "Is there a problem here?" said Luke as Steve was never happier to see him in his life. "Who's this?" said Pete, looking up. "Oh my boyfriend, and here comes his brother," Steve stood up and immediately slipped his fingers between Luke's. "I told you I was with someone." "Whatever," said Peter, walking away. "Thanks for saving me," said Steve, taking his drink and removing his fingers from Luke's before sitting down. "He wouldn't leave." "No problem," said Luke, sipping his drink. "It'll just cost you a dance later." Steve rolled his eyes, having no comment as they drank a few rounds and he started feeling light headed. He was feeling a little tipsy after another as Luke stood up and put his arm around him. "I thought this was a teen club?" said Steve. "Is there alcohol in here?" "Time to pay up," said Luke, yanking him from the chair now as he had no choice, wobbling as he held Luke's hand. "Easy, please." Steve panicked as he was being dragged to the middle of the dance floor. "It's my first time in stilettos." "Ohn I got ya!" said Luke with his hands on Steve's waist. "Loosen up, and enjoy being sexy for a minute, will ya!" Luke lifted his arms into the air as they danced together. Luke had his hands all over him, carefully spinning him and holding him as he leaned him back, conscious that he was not that confident in stilettos. Steve relaxed a little, dancing with Luke until finally Lance came over and cut in. "Give me a chance here, bro," said Lance, shooting his brother a look. "No problem," said Luke, shooting his brother the finger behind his back for only Lance to see, as he walked away. Lance was certainly more attentive and gentle than Luke, putting his arm softly around Steve's back as the music slowed down a little. They weren't slow songs, but Steve was being held more than flipped around, as they danced for another ten minutes. "Can we take a break for a minute?" said Steve. "My feet are killing me." "Sure, come on," said Lance, taking his hand, seeing a large lounge chair in the corner. "That looks so cool." "But where will you sit?" said Steve. "Don't leave me alone here please. I still see that creepy Pete guy over there." "I had no intention to," Lance practically dove into the chair as he pulled Steve on top of him into his lap. "Woah, easy!" Screamed Steve as he was suddenly being cradled by Lance in his lap in an awkward position. "Sorry, you ok?" said Lance. "That was fun. You're so much fun to be with, Britney." "Oh, I'm fine," Steve replied, trying to sit up more as he wiggled around on Lance's lap as he held him. "Thanks, and so are you Lance. I'm just not comfortable sitting like this ok? Let me just...." Steve was stopped mid-sentence when Lance misread his movements as his face was right in front of Lance's and suddenly Lance's lips were on his. He instantly realized how strong Lance was, finding himself being unable to push away as Lance's lips were swishing all over his. "Lance, I..." spouted Steve, trying to pull away as Lance again stopped his speech, as his tongue entered Steve's mouth. He tried pushing back, which only excited Lance more, as the kiss became more intense until finally he came up for air. "Damn, you're beautiful, and what a kisser." Lance lifted him with his strong arms, shifting his head back, cradling it, as he looked into his eyes. "I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I laid eyes on you, and now I realize you felt the same way." "Sorry, but I've got to hit the rest room." Steve pushed off as he was ready to throw up. "Of course, I'll meet you back at our table," said Lance, tossing him his bag. "Did you want this?" "Sure," said Steve, taking it and hurrying through the crowd into the bathroom. "That's bullshit, bro," said Luke, coming over now. "You fucking stole that shit from me." "Oh stop being a dick," said Lance. "You knew I liked her from the beginning, and you liked Melanie." "Yeah, but she's not here asshole, and I doubt her father would let me near her," said Luke. "Now I got the little prude to dance. You're too much of a wuss, and then you fucking cut in, stealing her. You know that's not cool. Now give me your shirt." "Come on, I like this girl. Let's not fuck around," said Lance, annoyed as Luke unbuttoned his shirt. "What's the difference? You'll never see her again, and mommy isn't going to let you date Melanie's best friend, or me date Melanie," said Luke, handing his brother his shirt as he stood there in his white tank top undershirt. "Let's go. You know our deal." "You suck," said Lance, unbuttoning his shirt and handing it to his brother as they changed shirts. "Look up, genius." Luke punched his brother playfully. "She's even more hammered than I thought." "Did she just come out of the men's room?" said Lance, covering his mouth as they were cracking up. "This is awesome. Now wipe that lipstick off your face and get us a another round," said Luke, handing his brother some little bottles from his pocket with a big smile. "My turn bro, and spike her shit a little heavier." "So, Lance. Well um. Just a sec, ok?" Steve nervously stuttered before taking his drink and sipping it for some courage. "No problem, drink up gorgeous," Luke wasted no time putting his arm around him, getting close. "Yeah about what just happened, I really don't drink much," said Steve, looking away from eye contact. "I didn't know there was alcohol in here, and I'm a little tipsy so I kind of just..." "Don't worry about it Brit. You don't need to explain. Shit happens." Luke took his hand. "Come, let's dance." "Oh sure," said Steve, as he was again being man handled to the dance floor. He was happy this time when the slower dances came on, as he was less worried with Luke's arm around him now as they danced. After a few songs, Luke wiggled his fingers between Steve's as he guided him away from the dance floor as they held hands, walking towards the wall. "So you didn't fix your lipstick when you went to the ladies room," said Luke, taking his finger to a smudge on his lip on the left. "It's just a smudge." "Oh, thanks," said Steve. "Things were spinning a bit too much." "That's why I told you not to worry about it, beautiful," said Luke, spinning Steve as he had his back to the wall now as Luke's hand was on his neck. "We all make mistakes when we drink too much." "Yeah, thanks for understanding," said Steve, as Luke leaned in, massaging his neck. "I'm not used to kissing guys I just met." "I bet," said Luke, as he wiggled his fingers between Steve's on both hands now, leaning on his slightly as he was pinned against the wall. "That's why I didn't want to embarrass you, but just so you know, we did see you come out of the men's room instead of the ladies. I didn't realize you were that drunk either, but like I said, it's cool and we didn't want to embarrass you. Shit happens." "Holy shit, I did?" said Steve, ready to pee his pants now. "I thought you... Holy crap, forget it." "Thought what?" Luke asked, giving him a weird look. "Nothing, nothing." Steve panicked as he tried to push away. "I'm going to go fix my lips in the right bathroom this time. I must look a wreck." "Don't bother. You look sexy enough," said Luke, leaning in and kissing his neck. "Now let's just pick up where we left off, beautiful." As Luke lifted his face, Steve had no idea what else he could do as his mind raced as he had to accept Luke's lips. It wasn't easy to move as he was pinned against the wall by a guy twice his size, as Luke held him and kissed him feverishly now. He was pinned, being kissed as Luke picked up the pace and rammed his tongue as far down Steve's throat as he could, while leaning on him with his weight. "Hey, it's last call," said Lance, tapping his brother as the lights were flickering in the club. "Down that shit and let's get a cab, before the crowd let's out." "Oh, thanks," said Steve, grabbing the drink from Lance's hand, as finally Luke released him. He quickly downed the drink and then another as the brothers chuckled, looking at him. Lance put his arm around him as they headed outside and quickly got into a cab. Steve couldn't wait to get to their house and to bed as he sat between the brothers in the back of the cab, before passing out as they drove. "Damn, she's hammered," said Luke. "This should be interesting." "Don't get crazy, man. Mom will be home soon," said Lance. "She's not some slut we can run out on. She'll be sleeping at our house." "I know, that sucks," teased Luke. "I'd love to tap that shit, but we had a little fun with her, anyway." "Hey mom. How's it going?" said Lance, dialing his cell. "Really, wow. That's good news. Sure, sure. Yeah, we had a great time and she's fine. Don't worry, I'll show her what dresser your stuff is and give her whatever she needs in the guest room. See you then, and give our best to Melanie and John. Bye." "What did she say?" asked Luke. "She said they would be there until the morning, and the surgery went well," said Lance. "She's not going to leave until the grandmother wakes up, and then she'll be home but it'll be at least 4 or 5 more hours." "Wake up Brit," said Luke, shaking him awake as the cab arrived. "Wake up, we're home." "Oh great." Steve began to wake up as he realized he was asleep on Luke's shoulder. "My head is spinning." "Come on, I'll make some coffee," Lance said with his arm around him as they went in. "Drink some water too, it will help." "Hope you don't mind?" said Steve, happily unstrapping the buckles and pulling off his stilettos. "My feet are killing me. I never wear shoes like this as you know." "No, make yourself at home," said Luke, handing him a bottle of water as he sat next to him on the couch, also kicking off his shoes. Lance put on the coffee and then joined them while it was brewing as Steve was again in his normal position, sitting between the boys. Luckily this time, the couch was large and they were not on top of him as they sat there, mellowing out as Steve felt better drinking a few bottles of water as they watched late night tv. He was sobering up now after a few cups of coffee and all the fluids as they shared some simple laughs, but were basically hands off, sitting there like gentlemen. "Where's the bathroom?" asked Steve getting up as Lance pointed. He went and came back five minutes later, sitting on the couch next to Lance as Luke now went. "It was really a fun night, right?" said Lance sliding off the couch and kneeling on the ground as he began massaging Steve's feet. "Does that feel better? It's got to be rough, all that dancing in those stilettos." "Oh it is, but please Lance, you don't have to do that," said Steve. ""I'll be fine." "I know, but you've got some sexy feet, Brit," Lance replied as Steve was completely grossed out as Lance began kissing them and was now sucking on his big toe. "Hey bro," said Luke as he returned, interrupting as Lance lifted his head. "Come help me find Britney something she could wear to bed. It's getting pretty late." "Look in mom's high dresser," said Lance. "She's got night gowns and stuff there. Plus, she's got a whole new drawer of new stuff from John she's never worn, she said." "I saw some things, but I need some help." Luke was annoyed. "Now please come help me for a minute." "Fine," Lance got up as he followed Luke, but he led him to the bathroom instead of his mother's bedroom. "Look idiot," said Luke pointing inside it. "Next time, just follow my direction please." "Ok, what am I looking at?" said Lance. "The mess," said Luke, as he dropped the toilet seat down. "And that!" "Dude, that was you. Not me," said Lance. "I was sitting there with Britney the whole time." "Exactly, you idiot. I'm still holding it," said Luke, smacking his brother in the head. "How did she piss all over the floor, and isn't it odd she left the toilet seat up." "No way," said Luke, looking at the floor. "Holy shit, and she came out of the men's room at the club." "Bingo, genius," said Luke. "We both made out with her, him, whatever? Holy crap!" said Lance, feeling sick. "It did seem like her tits were squishy to me too when I leaned on her. How are we going to know for sure?" "Find out!" said Luke. "I think we know. What are we going to do about it, is the question?" "I don't know," said Lance. "This is crazy!" "Make the bitch pay! Come on and play it cool!" said Luke, walking away as his brother followed. "Take off your shirt and let's go. You're going to need to get in close and check." "Me?" said Lance. "Why don't you do it?" "You're the one that put dibs on her," said Luke. "Now go find out." "Ok, at this point what's the difference, but I'm grossed out now," said Lance. "Go," said Luke, pushing his brother. Lance returned, sitting down right next to Steve and immediately put his arm around him. He ran his fingers through his hair and then began rubbing his neck as Steve was getting fidgety. "So did you find me something to sleep in?" said Steve. "I think I'll change and go to bed. I'm pretty tired." "Luke is working on that," said Lance, putting his other hand on Steve's thigh and rubbing it. "Just relax a few minutes while he gets you a night gown, and maybe we can pick up where we left off, now that we're alone for a minute." "Oh, I'm so tired though," said Steve, trying to push him off. "Maybe tomorrow?" "But I'm hot for you now," said Lance, sliding his hand over his left breast and squeezing. "Easy Lance," said Steve, trying to push him back. "No." "I want you now, sexy," Lance said as Steve used both hands to push his hand up. As Steve pushed hard on Lance's left hand, Lance's right hand slid under his dress, quickly between his legs and grabbed a handful. "Holy shit, Britney," screamed Lance as he jumped off the couch. "Damn, I didn't want to believe it. I'm going to fucking puke." Steve had no idea what to say, sitting there in shock as Luke came in now and the two boys stood there, staring at him with their arms folded. "Better start talking Britney, or whatever your name is, or I'm going rip this dress off you and you'll be out in the street with everyone seeing what you really are," Luke said. "I'll fucking send you out there half naked." "I'm sorry. Please don't. Please," said Steve, panicking. "How did you know? How? I thought I was passing pretty well, and you were all over me Lance?" "Well girls don't leave the seat up and pee on the floor," said Luke. "Maybe once you could get away with it, but you also came out of the men's room at the club. You may be good at impersonating a chick, but you're not too great at their bathroom habits, and you aim sucks." "Does Melanie know about this shit?" said Lance, pissed off. "Talk, bitch!" "Ok, ok," said Steve, he was shaking as he began talking. "Today is my first day dressing like a girl, and yes she dressed me. We've been secretly dating, and her dad was supposed to be away for the weekend, but suddenly came home. We panicked and she dressed me in her school uniform like one of her girlfriends, so he didn't catch me naked in her room." "No way," said Luke. "That's bullshit. Look at you. The hair and those legs. No guy looks like this in a second." "No it's true, but I did have long hair and pierced ears before. That's part of why she hid me from her father as her boyfriend, as he's tremendously overprotective and doesn't let her date. Your mom has been trying to convince him to loosen up and let her blossom like girls do at her age, like dye her hair, by some sexy outfits, etc. What set off part of this was when he found the hair dye box in the kitchen when he came home," Steve explained. "Melanie lied to her dad when he found it, and I said it was mine. Your mom talked him into letting her go blonde and they shocked me, dying mine auburn thinking it was what I wanted, when really it was what Melanie was going to do while her dad was away. I also had no choice but to shave my legs and body in the salon bathroom, as your mom was taking us dress shopping for the big night out at dinner with you two. In reality, you two and your dad caused all of this by making John and your mom change their plans so she could pick up you two." "Oh, I'm sick to my stomach," Lance shook his head. "We made out with a dude, Luke. We're fucking gay now." "No we're not," said Luke. "You can't be if you didn't know, but he knew. You knew when you were kissing me you were a dude. He's gay." "Wait, I only kissed Lance and he got me drunk," said Steve. "I pulled away every time and you pulled me back in Lance. You wouldn't let me go, and I never kissed back." "No, you kissed us both Britney, or whatever your name is," said Lance. "Since we're being truthful we used our twin tricks we use all the time with girls. We switched shirts and took turns kissing you." "Holy crap. You are such assholes," said Steve. "That's why it was so different each time. This is all so out of control! What do we do now?" "Well, I've got nothing to worry about, and neither should Lance," said Luke. "The way I see it, it's you and Melanie that need to worry. If you say a word, we'll just deny it and say you came on to us, or we can tell him the truth that you were going to stay at his house behind his back and sleep with his daughter. Plus, how about your parents? I'm sure you'd have some explaining to do coming home in a dress." "That would be the least of his worries if John found out," said Lance. "He'd probably be in dresses the rest of his life, because John would rip his balls off with his bare hands, knowing him." "Guys, please," cried Steve, dropping to his knees. "We can work something out. I'm begging you. If he finds out, Melanie and me are finished, and she'll be grounded forever. I'll do anything. Please, just calm down and let's figure this out. John does scare the shit out of me. Please, we can settle this like men." "You know, I think we can, but obviously that doesn't involve you being one," said Lance. "I'd rather think of you as just plain Britney, ok? Honestly, I liked her. She was pretty cool." "Me too! I've got an idea. Fix those lips for me," said Luke, tossing him his purse. "That pink lip gloss made you look more girly. I've got to change my mindset here." "Sure, sure! Whatever makes you forget?" said Steve, lining his lips and rubbing them together. "But you know what I meant, and I'm happy to just be Britney of course since we all know that's who I need to be for now. I liked you guys too, just not in that way, so just try to forget what we all know now, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but just think of me like any other girl please." "I will and regardless Britney, you do make one sexy red head. I know exactly what you can do for us to make this work out," said Luke, smiling before unzipping his pants. "You got us all revived up earlier, so we'll see what kind of woman you really are." "Very funny," said Steve, giving Luke a chuckle as he dropped his pants around his ankles. "Ok seriously, that's more than I needed to see. You with that damn tent in your pants." "Like I said, I've always had a thing for red heads, and you make a sexy one, Britney," said Luke, kicking them off and quickly approaching before grabbing a fist full of Steve's hair. "This is no joke. Get to work if you want this to stay under wraps." "Luke, no," yelped Steve, staring down at his penis. "Let me up. This is not what I meant. I can't. No!" "But it's what we want," said Luke, pushing his head right up to his hard on. "And that's not negotiable. Now the rest is up to you." Before he could even think again, Luke tugged his hair very hard and he screamed before Luke pushed down hard as he found his lips around Luke's penis. Luke was doing all the work, pushing and pulling his head up and down as Steve couldn't believe what was happening, crying as he his head was being manipulated. "Watch you're fucking teeth, bitch," yelled Luke, pulling Steve forward as Luke moved back a step. "Relax that little throat of yours, and suck it down." "I'm sorry. Please go easy," said Steve as he allowed him up for air and released his hair. "I can't do this." "Crawl to me. I'm sitting down relaxing," said Luke, sitting down on the couch looking at his brother. "Do it, or you're in the fucking street Britney, and I'm telling John everything. You've got work to do, slut." Steve was shaking as he spun around and crawled a few steps before pushing some of his hair behind each ear and Luke wasted no time pushing his face back down on him. "Much better, sexy girl," said Luke as Steve was bopping up and down with Steve's hand on the back of his head, guiding him. "Go ahead bro, and don't get distracted, Britney." Steve stopped for a moment, feeling hands on his ass as Lance was lifting his dress. "Lance," Steve screamed out his name, feeling his panty hose and panties being pulled down. "Please, you're not---." "I'll be gentle," said Lance as Luke pushed his head back down. "I always use KY on my regular girls anyway, and I get no complaints." Luke held Steve's head tighter than ever now, as he felt Lance rubbing at his anus and then the pain of initial penetration. Steve felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he screamed in pain while sucking on Luke, as Lance slowly began sliding back and forth. "I'll be gentle, Brit," said Lance. "Don't tense up, and relax your muscle back there, and you'll love this more than you can imagine." Steve tried speaking, but was only able to mumble, as Luke didn't let him up for a moment. The boys were both moaning away as his ass was being rocked, pushing his body everywhere as it got more intense, while Luke held his head firmly as he bobbed up and down. The boys were loving every minute of it as he felt Luke press down firmly with both hands now at the back of his head, before exploding in his mouth as he was choking while Luke would barely let him breathe. He had no choice, swallowing what he could, as it was beyond disgusting having the rest drip down his chin as Lance was pounding him to no end. It took a few more minutes and he was finally relieved that Lance exploded in his backside, before pulling out as he flopped on the floor. "No way, get up," said Luke pulling him up. "My mom will go nuts if you get any jizz on the dress. Pull that shit off carefully." Steve staggered, getting up as Luke carefully pulled the dress over his head and Lance helped removed the hose and panties from his ankles. They gave him some tissues as he wiped his face, before tears began flowing down his cheeks as Lance gave him a towel to sit on as he could feel the dripping from his ass. "Are you satisfied now, assholes?" said Steve, completely annoyed as he wiped his tears. "Do you treat all your girlfriends like that! You're fucking disgusting pigs." "Not yet," said Luke, helping him up. "We switch and trick them at times yes, but it's never gone beyond making out. You're our first we got to double up on actually. Remember you said you'd do anything, and I have to say that was awesome." "It was," said Lance, high fiving his brother. "Damn, you're nice and tight Britney. That was hot." "Ok, put that on now," said Lance, pointing to the hanger across the room hanging on hallway door knob. "You know what you were wearing when we first met." "Melanie's school uniform?" said Steve. "Why?" "Cause it's time for us to switch, and it'll definitely get me up again," said Luke. "It did when I first saw you. You were so hot in that." "No way... switch?" said Steve in complete shock. "Again. Eeewww, no way. Lance's junk was up my ass." "Don't worry, I'll wipe it while you get dressed," said Lance. "Now, bitch," said Luke, walking over and getting the uniform and tossing it in his face. "Everything but the panties. Right now!" Steve was trembling as he had no choice as he sat there pulling the long white socks up his legs and folded them at his knees. His feet were already in so much discomfort from their debut in heels as he curled his toes up, forcing on her shoes. His shaking worsened as he slipped his arms into the blouse and watched the boys drooling as he buttoned each little button very slowly. Luke came over, helping him snap the little clasp of the cross tie around his neck and fold over the round collar as he struggled to get it straight. It was completely revolting to him to see Lance's manhood slowly spring to life as he was wiggling into the little plaid skirt before tucking in the blouse. He knew they were loving this little dress up display, watching every move as he zipped and fastened the skirt button as Luke was biting his lip while he slipped on the little jacket. He lifted his hair from under the jacket, flipping it onto the collar, repulsed and ready as he looked over at the boys as Lance took his turn sitting on the couch and he watched Luke lube up his penis. "Let's get this over with," said Steve, sliding the headband onto his head as he pulled his hair back, taking off the big earrings he had on. "Oh yeah, girl," said Luke. "Get your pretty little butt over here." Steve was ready to kill someone as he slowly strolled over to Lance, kneeling in front of him as he looked into his eyes, before lowering his head. He opened his mouth slowly, lowering it and engulfing Lance as after a few bobs up and down Luke patted his ass to get on all fours. He shifted his position, feeling Lance's hands on his hips, lifting the pleated skirt. He knew the feeling of penetration this time, but Luke was much rougher than Lance, jamming himself in deeply right away and slapping his ass. It actually made him slide down further on Lance's shaft, as Lance just guided his head but never pulled his hair crudely like his brother. He found he was able to relax his throat more now, understanding what he had to do as he wanted this over with sooner than later, as Luke was breaking his back pounding him and his buttocks felt like it was on fire. It was taking much longer than the first time, but finally Luke exploded in his ass first, practically lifting him off the ground as he held firm and deep into his anus as he could. When he finally pulled out, Steve wiggled back onto his knees, freeing up his right hand as he yanked on Lance while he sucked him, trying to not think about the sticky cum he felt running down the back of his thigh. After another few minutes, he finally felt Lance tense up and straightened his throat, taking it down as quickly as he could, feeling more of a sense of relief than loathing this time, gulping it down. "Unbelievable," said Lance, slapping his brother's hand. "You're like the hottest girl ever. I'll never think of this any other way." "Here's a clean towel," said Luke, tossing it on the floor. Steve was lying flat on the floor with his ass on the towel, exhausted and awfully sore from all the pounding he took. It was at least a moment of reprieve as they finally pulled up their boxers and sat on the couch as he just liay there resting. "Please guys, can you get me something of your mom's," Steve asked, sitting up and kicking off the shoes. "I've got to get out of Melanie's uniform and now I think we'll need to wash it. Please, I'm wiped out. Please." "Ok, be right back," said Lance as Steve took off the jacket and socks. He liay there ready to pass out before Lance returned, handing him a nightgown and some underwear. "This is new, and so are the underwear," said Lance, pulling off the tags. "Change while Luke is looking for a tooth brush, and once you clean up, I'll show you your bedroom." Steve took the nightgown and went into the bathroom. He found the tooth brush on the vanity, relieved to gargle with mouth wash and brush the taste of the boys from his mouth. He washed his face and tried wiping the stickiness from his backside and between his legs with a wash cloth before pulling on the cotton pink panties and staring at the pink tank type bra. He figured he better wear it and leave on the little inserts, giving him some shape in case Brenda came home, and slipped it on. He stared at his exhausted reflection, pulling the a pink baby doll frilly nightie over his head and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards Lance. He showed him to his bedroom and was out before Lance could even close the door.