My Sweet Degradation by J Phillips Page B

watching?’ I questioned with fake innocence, well aware of the truth.
    â€˜What does it look like, brains?’ Josh replied.
    I turned to face him and scowled. ‘Look, I don’t give a shit if you want to watch porn, you know, so you don’t have to disguise it on my behalf. Anyway, I just came down to say I’m off to bed.’
    â€˜Aw, don’t go,’ Ben drawled. ‘You can watch the movie with me. There’s plenty of room on the sofa, right here.’ He patted the leather cushion at his side and winked while I simply rolled my eyes in response to his sleaziness.
    â€˜Look, if you’re going to bed why don’t you just fuck off,’ Josh snapped, and I spun round to face him once more. It wasn’t Josh’s fault really; I shouldn’t have flirted with his idiot friends, and it must have been very uncomfortable for him to see them leering so blatantly at his sister.
    Then out of nowhere, as I stood facing directly away from our guests, I suddenly felt hands grab at my shorts before they were quickly whipped down my thighs to leave me standing naked from the waist down. There were raucous jeers and laughter as I quickly bent to pull them back up, before turning to glare at Christian and Ben. I don’t suppose they saw anything more than my bare bum because of how I stood, but all the same, their sheer nerve made me seethe with rage.
    â€˜You immature little shits,’ I growled. ‘How dare you?’ But this only made them howl even louder.
    â€˜Just go to bed,’ Josh said, softer now, but with clear frustration in his voice, and so I strutted out of the room without so much as a ‘goodnight’.
    As I lay beneath my quilt fury still boiled within me. I had met young men like Christian and Ben many times before; spoilt little rich kids who had been brought up to believe they were God’s gift. But it was weird also. Perhaps it was only a remnant of my arousal in the shower, but I sensed a deep yearning somewhere dark and dangerous within my body. It felt really awful to admit it, even to myself, but something about the way one of them had dared to pull down my shorts actually turned me on a little, and I imagined how it might have been if they’d gone further, grabbing and stripping me completely.
    My clit began to tingle its desire and I couldn’t help but allow a hand to slip down between my thighs.
    At first I simply rubbed back and forth against the soft fabric of my shorts, while imagining Christian and Ben getting a good look at my pussy as they ripped them away, but then I slipped my hand within the waistband and began to play a little more directly, picturing them also pulling off my top to reveal my pert tits. Harder and harder I teased, sliding my other hand beneath my vest to rub against a nipple, until the little bud swelled hot and erect.
    I continued to wind my body tighter and tighter as tiny gasps escaped the back of my throat. Really it was appalling that the idea of being humiliated by such a pair of arrogant pricks should excite me, but it felt so deliciously naughty at the same time. I could sense my orgasm fast approaching and I moved both hands between my thighs, using the fingers of one to stretch my juicy flesh wide while the other rubbed even harder against my clit.
    Moaning loudly I was all set to give in when suddenly a loud thump sounded just beyond my bedroom door, causing me to gasp and hold completely still. Through the pounding of my racing heart I listened intently.
    â€˜Will you shut the fuck up? Are you actually trying to wake her?’
    It was the unmistakable hiss of Christian’s voice out on the landing.
    â€˜So which door is it then?’ protested a drunken Ben.
    â€˜How the fuck should I know? We’ll just have to try them all.’
    I was astonished that they actually had the nerve to be wandering around my parents’ home unaccompanied, but was not yet willing to accept what