You focus on the TV

Whatever Karl was talking about wasn't your business, and even if somebody *was* coming down the stairs, so what? You turned up the volume a bit so you could hear the applause, and relaxed into the couch.

*That would be soooo much fun!* You thought, watching as the camera zoomed in on the stage.

The girl on one side of the stage in the show was Latina, and held a drink in one hand as she shook her chest and shrieked under the hose. The crowd applauded, and you smiled in your seat. Her boobs were bigger than yours, but yours were less saggy. She had a cute belly button ring though, and a great ass!

Across the stage from her, a slim blonde was looking up from her back on a folding table. She smiled at the camera, then started teasing the audience by stretching her shirt and arching her back, revealing a tattoo on her lower back. The tattoo was cute, but you were still rooting for the Latina girl. Still, you felt pretty warm as the stage hand aimed the hose at her, sending water cascading over her body.

*Why haven't I ever tried those?* you wondered. You'd never even gone to a spring break event, much less participated.

Watching the two of them on screen, you idly rested a hand on your thigh, then brushed (after a brief hesitation) a thumb across your clit. A rush of happy feelings swept over you, but you resisted going farther. Still, playing with yourself in Karl's living room felt good...

You looked around, then shifted your body so that only your right side was exposed to the house. In that position you could tease your nipple without being *too* obvious about it. You kept that position for a few minutes, playing with your left nipple and your clit over your skirt, until you heard a high pitched yell.

"DAAAAAD! Erik is watching some - wait, WHO is that SLUT?"

You looked up at the stairs, just in time to see somebody disappear down the hall and out of sight. At the same time, you saw a young woman in black descending the stairs and staring at you accusingly. She looked like some of the goth kids you remembered from highschool; her hair was dyed a vivid red, and her clothing looked as though it had been attacked by a thin blade. She wore a black crop topped shirt and a pair of dark purple jeans, both ripped to reveal long stretches of skin below. She raised a pierced eyebrow at you skeptically as you apprised her.

You turned off the TV, feeling more embarrassed than you thought possible. How much had she seen? You felt lightheaded.

Karl appeared in the nearby doorway, looking furious, but his voice was even when he spoke. "Ivy, what have I told you about yelling in the house?"

If she felt chastened, she didn't show it. She pointed at you, "'Not to do it,' dad. But this...-"

Karl cut her off, "This is Stefi. She's a good friend of mine and-"

Ivy cut into her father's explanation, yelling, "Oh *suuuuure* she is, dad. She's what? Five years older than your daughter? She's a good friend of Erik's, too! Put on a great show for him, playing with herself and watching 'SeaLyon Wet's Spring Break special!'"

Karl looked taken aback, looking to you briefly before continuing. "I'm *sure* you're mistaken. I want you to apologize to Stefi."

"Dad," Ivy started, "Stefi there was playing with her-"

"Now."

Ivy looked back at you, disgust on her face. "Fine. *Sorry* Stefi. I'm sure you were just *adjusting* your boobs." She rolled her eyes, then tromped back upstairs.

Karl turned to you when she'd gone, smirking conspiratorially, "You must be more worked up than I thought!"

You smiled back, relieved that he wasn't upset at you, but felt terrible regardless. "Sorry about that, I'm a bit... worked up right now."

"Don't worry about it; come help me in the kitchen, I'm making brownies, and we can close the door." Karl showed you into the kitchen, pinching your ass again as you passed him.

You swatted playfully back at him, giggling. "You bake?" For some reason, the thought was kind of a turn-on.

*Everything is a turn on when you're this horny,* part of you thought.

"Sometimes. I figured you'd want to celebrate your new job! You're new in town too, right?" He wrapped you into a quick hug that smelled *and* felt fantastic.

"Yup! Enjoying it so far though!" You kissed his ear, finishing the sentence with another giggle.

With that you set to work in the kitchen, mixing up batter and loading it into the stove. The whole while you made a point of showing off your cleavage and your butt, occasionally grinding it up against him when he stood behind you. By the time you pulled the brownies out of the oven, you were both pretty worked up.

While the brownies cooked, Karl whipped up a stir fry of shrimp, vegetables and rice that smelled divine. He turned toward you as it cooled, backing you up to the counter.

"You holding up alright?" He asked, his hands resting on your hips. He was *very* close.

"Yeah," you answered vaguely, "just excited... and horny..." You licked your lips, and brought a hand down to the tent in Karl's pants. "I don't think I'm the only one..."

Karl let your hand roam, grabbing your chest roughly in a way that made you feel small and sexy. You moaned softly, and whined with need, unzipping his fly. You needed him inside you, now.

To your temporary dismay, he **** you to your knees rather than bending you over the counter, and you freed his cock, kissing the top before taking it into your mouth. You'd wanted him in your pussy, but he tasted too good to refuse.

As you sucked him off, Karl spoke down to you, "You like that, don't you you little slut? Sucking me off in the kitchen floor?? We might have to make this part of your job description."

You couldn't reply, as his hand was holding a handful of hair behind your head, guiding your pace as you fellated him for the third time that day. After a moment you started playing with your tits, holding them together and unbuttoning your blouse.

*It feels so right to be on your knees,* the voice said, *so easy to do what comes naturally to you.*

You looked up, and were surprised to see that you weren't alone in the room. Standing in the doorway you spotted Ivy, watching you with rapt attention. She hadn't made a sound, but stood half-hidden by the partially open door. She blushed, seeing you look, but didn't leave.

Karl pulled his dick out if your mouth, still going strong, "I want to paint your tits with my cum" he said, voice thick with lust.

Your mouth free, you were panting, and so close to another load of his cum. Yesterday you wouldn't have cared, but now it seemed very important that you taste his cum again. In your peripheral, Ivy had slipped one hand into the waistband of her jeans, watching you.

You opened your mouth to speak...