Tag Team
by Avery Sam
Tag Team
by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
Could Get Messy
Terribly Unorthodox
Mouth or Pussy
So Wrong
One Big Happy Triangle
Also by Avery Sam
Bri closed the door to her bedroom and then the two girls sat cross-legged on her bed.
“Oh my god,” gushed Sophie, her eyes wide with excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me your new stepbrother was so hot?”
“Yeah, he is pretty hunky,” said Bri, feeling her cheeks grow warm.
“Wow, do you think you’re gonna put a move on him?” said Sophie, practically bouncing up and down.
“What? Are you nuts?” said Sophie. “That’s sick. No way.”
“If Jonas was my stepbrother, that wouldn’t stop me,” said Sophie with a giggle.
“Oh my god, you’re such a slut,” said Bri, grinning from ear to ear.
“I know,” said Sophie, causing them both to break out with laughter.
“You really should leave him alone, Soph,” said Bri. “If you two get involved, things could get messy.”
“I’d love to get messy with him,” said Sophie with a wistful sigh.
“Stop it, you whore!” said Bri with a laugh, giving her friend a playful slap. “I mean it. Look, there are plenty of guys out there. No need to mess with the ones living under my roof.”
“I know, but did you see those abs?” said Sophie. “Whew. Gets me all shivery inside thinking about it.”
“Tell me about it,” said Bri. “I saw him coming out of the shower the other day with just a towel around his waist. Whew, I almost fainted.”
“Wow, so you do like him, don’t you?” said Sophie with a wink.
“No!” protested Bri. “I told you, he’s my stepbrother, okay? I mean, yeah, he is a good-looking guy, no doubt about it. But come on. It’s bad enough having my mother’s new husband always giving me that look, you know? No way. The guys in this house are completely off-limits.”
“Off-limits to you, maybe,” said Sophie. “But not to me...”
“Anyway, what makes you think you’re his type?” said Bri.
“I’m a blonde with big tits,” said Sophie with a laugh. “I’m every guy’s type.”
“True,” said Bri with a little smile. “But now that I think about it, there is something kind of odd about him.”
“Odd, how?” said Sophie.
“Well...” said Bri, pausing to look around as if someone might be eavesdropping on them. “He and his dad moved in, what? Like, two months ago? Three? And yet I’ve never seen any indication that Jonas has a girlfriend.”
“So what?” said Sophie. “Maybe he’s the love ’em and leave ‘em type. Anyway, he’s only what? 22 years old? As hot as he is, there’s no need for him to settle down.”
“He’s 20, and I’m not talking about settling down,” said Bri. “I’m saying he's never brought any girls over. I’ve never heard him talk to girls on the phone either. In fact, the only time he ever goes out is to play video games over at his buddy’s house.”
“Well, maybe he’s into gamer chicks,” said Sophie. “What a shame, really.”
“Maybe,” said Bri. “But my intuition tells me there aren’t any girls in his life.”
“What are you saying?” said Sophie. “That he’s gay?”
“I don’t know,” said Bri with a shrug. “But something’s going on with him, that’s for sure.”
“Hmm,” said Sophie. “Maybe he got his heart broken and is grieving. In fact, he’s so sad that he could really use a bubbly blonde to cheer him up right about now.”
“Oh, you,” said Bri with a laugh. “Hell, I don’t know. But there’s a mystery there somewhere.”
“Well, let’s find out!” said Sophie, clapping her hands together.
“Okay, but how?” said Bri. “Snoop through his phone or something? That’s not gonna be easy.”
“Nah,” said Sophie. “Let’s put a move on him and see how he reacts. Then we’ll know if he’s into girls or not.”
“Um, you can put a move on him,” said Bri. “Not me.”
“Sweet!” said Sophie, bouncing up and down on the bed. “What do you think I should do? Walk into his room and flash my tits?”
“God, you’re such a shameless ’ho,” said Bri with a laugh. “I was thinking something more subtle.”
“Like what?” said Sophie, her eyes flashing with eager excitement.
“Hmm, let me think,” said Bri. “Oh, yeah, I think I got it. Yeah, this will definitely work. Even if he turns us... I mean you down, we’ll know for sure if he’s gay or not.”
“Tell me, tell me!” said Sophie, bouncing up and down on the bed.
“I will. But first, do you want to spend the night?” said Bri.
“Huh?” said Sophie. “I mean sure, I guess. I can call my mom. Why?”
“Because it’s all part of my plan,” said Bri with a sly grin. “Do you want to hook up with my hot stepbrother or not?”
“I do, I do!” said Sophie.
“All right, then you’re gonna need to do exactly as I tell you,” said Bri. “And for starters, we need to change your outfit.”
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” said Sophie, frowning. “I thought I looked cute.”
“You do, Soph. You do,” said Bri. “But the plan is to seduce him, remember? Not win a fashion award.”
“Right,” said Sophie, smiling once again. “Okay, what did you have in mind?”
“Well, I like your top because it does a great job of showing off your tits,” said Bri. “But you’re gonna need to ditch that bra.”
“Done!” said Sophie, unhooking and discarding her bra as Bri looked on with astonishment.
“Um, okay,” said Bri with a chuckle. “Second, let me see what kind of panties you’re wearing.”
“Um, just my normal ones,” said Sophie, standing up, unbuttoning her jeans, and then folding them down to reveal her underwear.
“Hmm, I think a thong would be better,” said Bri. “You can borrow one of mine. Top drawer of my dresser.”
“Oooh, I’m liking this plan already!” said Sophie.
“All right, you get changed while I go talk to Jonas,” said Bri, getting to her feet. “Be back in a flash.”
“Wow,” said Sophie. “I sure hope I get laid tonight.”
“If all goes well, you will,” said Bri, a sly grin on her face as she walked out of her bedroom.