“Thanks for the ride, Tom,” Flora said as they pulled up in front of Lindsey’s house.

“No problem,” he nodded. “Picking you up from tutoring is on my way home from work. And Flora, I really wish you would call me Dad.”

“But you’re not my dad.” She grabbed her bag and opened the passenger door. “You’re my step-dad.”

“Fine,” he frowned, annoyed as always, but not taking the bait. “There won’t be any boys at this sleepover, right?”

“No boys, like I already told you.” She rolled her eyes. “Just Lindsey and Alexis. We’re gonna watch horror movies.”

“Alright, have a good time. Be home by dinner tomorrow.”

As he drove away, she resisted the urge to flip him off. So controlling! She couldn’t wait to move out.

“Flora!” Lindsey’s cheerful voice calling from the doorway snapped her out of it.

They hugged and made their way into the kitchen. Alexis waved hello, and standing nearby was Lindsey’s big brother, Casey. He lifted his chin in greeting.

Flora couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. Scruffy stubble and hair just long enough to run your hands through. He was wearing athletic shorts with a ringer tee, and his forearms were covered in tattoos.

“Mom and Dad are visiting Grandma,” Lindsey said, “and won’t be home until tomorrow. They left money for food. I tried to convince Casey to buy us beer, but he got pizza instead.”

“It’s good pizza,” he shrugged.

“Ugh!” Lindsey huffed. “What good is having an older brother if he won’t hook you up? Why don’t you just move out?”

“Do you have any idea how expensive rent is?” he scoffed. “Until my boss brings me on full-time at the shop, I can’t afford it.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Eat your pizza,” he laughed.

As they stood around eating and chatting, Flora became aware of Casey’s eyes on her. She met his gaze. He looked puzzled.

He gestured at all of their outfits. Lindsey and Alexis were dressed in casual clothes, but Flora was still in her school uniform: White button-up shirt, plaid skirt, matching tie, and knee socks.

“Why are you wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform? Are you in a play or something?”

“Because she goes to Catholic school, dumbass,” Lindsey answered.

“Oh.” He still looked confused. “I thought you all went to school together?”

“We did last year,” Flora said, “but I transferred to St. Mary’s for senior year.”

“That all-girls school? Why?”

“Because she was too big a slut!” Lindsey crowed. Casey looked intrigued.

“Shut up!” Flora blushed and swatted Lindsey’s arm. “They have a good art program, and it’ll help me get into university.”

“Good art program, but no guys?” Alexis shook her head. “Hard pass.”

“You’re into art?” Casey asked. “That’s cool.”

Flora smiled, but before she could reply, Lindsey interrupted.

“You’re into art?” she repeated in a mocking tone. “Is that how you flirt? Awkward!”

“I wasn’t flirting,” he protested.

“Sure,” Lindsey scoffed. “Keep it in your pants. Let’s start the movie.”

In the living room, Flora settled on the sofa with the girls, while Casey flopped into an oversized beanbag off to one side. Lindsey picked the movie, the latest installment of a long-running series about a charismatic serial killer and the detective trying to nail him.

Flora was feeling restless, and kept shifting position. Crossing her legs, uncrossing them, tucking them up under her, dropping them back down. Sometimes, after a long day at school without enough physical activity, she had a hard time sitting still.

Alexis and Lindsey were giggling about something when Flora realized she was being watched. She looked at Casey, who quickly glanced away. A few minutes later, it happened again, and just like before, he turned away when she noticed him looking.

She suppressed a smile. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on. From his spot on the beanbag, she was pretty sure he could see up her skirt. Not that she minded the attention from her friend’s cute older brother. She’d noticed him discreetly checking her out a few times in the past, but nothing this overt.

Deciding to toy with him a bit, she subtly parted her legs a bit wider in his direction. Watching out of the corner of her eye, she was pleased to see him linger a bit longer the next time he looked. Some guys had a fetish for school uniforms, she knew. If she’d thought Casey was one of them, she wouldn’t have changed before coming over the last few times.

Heart pounding, she hitched her skirt up a bit higher. She wished she was wearing sexier underwear, but judging by the growing lack of subtlety on his part, it wasn’t a problem. He couldn’t stop peeking, and every time he did, she grew a little more excited.

Of course, she’d have to do something soon. So far, the others had no idea, but if he kept being so obvious, they were bound to notice. If Lindsey spotted him, she’d react loudly, and give him no end of grief for creeping on her friends. One thing was certain, he would stop looking, and Flora didn’t want that.

The next time he turned his head, she was waiting, and caught his eye. He winced guiltily.

“What is it?” She silently mouthed the question, pretending she didn’t know why he was glancing at her.

He shrugged and directed his attention back to the TV.

It was several minutes before he worked up the nerve to peek again. Once more, she met his gaze, questioning with a bit more insistence. He looked nervous, but before he could turn away, she held up a finger.

“You, come with me, now,” she mouthed, gesturing at him, then herself, then the hall. He nodded. She walked around the corner, out of sight of the couch, and a moment later, he followed, hands clasped awkwardly in front of himself.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, poking him in the chest and trying not to laugh. “Your sister’s going to see you!”

“What?” he protested quietly. “I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Dude, you were looking straight up my skirt. Admit it, or I’ll yell for your sister.” 

She opened her mouth as if to call Lindsey, and he frantically gestured for her to stop.

“Okay, okay, you’re right! I’m sorry, it just kinda happened.”

“It just kinda happened? Over and over?” She struggled not to grin. “You can’t keep your eyes off me!”

“No, I mean, the first time it happened by accident, I swear. I shouldn’t have kept looking. I’m sorry.”

“You’re such a perv,” she whispered triumphantly. “Why were you looking up my skirt anyway? I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“We broke up. It’s, um, been a while. When I caught a glimpse of your panties, I got kinda excited.”

“I can see that. You clearly have a boner.”

“Shit!” He frantically tried to conceal the erection tenting his shorts.

“You know, if you can’t keep your eyes to yourself, you should at least learn to be more subtle. It’s a good thing Lindsey didn’t notice, she would’ve flipped out.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He glanced nervously in the direction of the living room.

“Lucky for you, I don’t mind so much.”

“What?” His eyes snapped back to her in disbelief.

“I mean, you’re still a pervert,” she whispered, “but it is kinda hot.”

“For real?” He relaxed as she nodded, biting her finger.

A loud sting of music sounded from the living room, making Lindsey and Alexis squeal in surprise, then erupt in laughter.

“In that case,” he whispered with growing boldness, “would you let me see them?”

“Let you see? That’s so naughty,” she grinned, fidgeting with her hemline. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give you a peek. Since you want to see them so bad.”

Slowly, she raised her skirt to reveal a simple pair of white and blue striped cotton briefs. Despite their plainness, he stared, eyes wide.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she breathed.

His erection twitched eagerly inside his shorts. She felt an answering flutter inside.

“Casey, I think you have a schoolgirl fetish.”

“No, I don’t,” he murmured distractedly. “I just think you look hot in your uniform.”

“Duh, that’s what a schoolgirl fetish is,” she teased, turning around and bending over a bit, so he could look at her butt.

He shrugged and started squeezing his cock through his shorts.

“You’re so hard already,” she purred, “just from seeing my panties?”

“It turns me on,” he agreed, rubbing his palm along the length of his shaft. “Like catching a glimpse of something secret. Something sexy.”

She turned around to face him again, holding her skirt up with one hand and teasing herself with the other. He watched enthusiastically as she ran a finger along her slit.

“Take out your cock for me,” she breathed.

He glanced nervously in the direction of the living room before tugging down his waistband. His erection popped out, jutting eagerly upward. Through his trimmed pubes, she could see a tattoo, though she couldn’t make out the details.

“What’s that tattoo?”

“Oh,” he looked embarrassed. “It, uh, says ‘lucky you.’ I got it on a dare.”

“Dork,” she laughed, though she had to admit she did feel lucky as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking for her. It had been months since she’d had any action, and he looked pretty good.

He stared hungrily as she rubbed herself with increasing enthusiasm, and it wasn’t long before he noticed the growing wet spot on her panties.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s turned on.”

“Well, if they’re getting wet, it’s your fault,” she exhaled. “Staring at me like that, and getting hard, and touching yourself!”

A scream erupted from the living room, followed by Alexis and Lindsey squealing in horrified glee. The sudden noise reminded Flora realized that at any moment, someone could walk out to get a drink, or another slice of pizza, or just to see where she and Casey had disappeared to. She wasn’t sure who Lindsey would be more upset with if she caught them in the act.

“Come with me,” she whispered, grabbing him by the shoulder and pushing him into the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against it, biting her lip. The room was small, dimly lit by streetlight through a frosted glass window. There was just enough space for him to lean against the sink and her to stand by the door without touching. They would still have to be quiet, but at least they wouldn’t be spotted immediately.

His cock throbbed eagerly, jutting from his waistband. He waited cautiously, unsure if they were continuing.

“Keep going,” she breathed, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs for him. “I love watching you touch yourself.”

She stared as he lowered his shorts and rubbed his thumb over the ridge of his head. Slowly, firmly, he stroked the full length of his shaft. She joined in, rubbing her underwear between her lips. Her wetness soaked through, coating her fingertips.

“Will you, uh,” he stammered, “take them off?”

“My panties?” She grinned. “You won’t tell your sister, will you?”

He shook his head firmly.

“Well, if you promise not to tell, then I’ll take them off for you.” Slowly, she slipped them down, and held them up so he could see the creamy wetness smeared inside. “Here’s what they look like. Does it turn you on to see how wet I am?”

“Yes,” he whispered, tugging his cock excitedly.

“Take them.” She offered. He looked like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Go ahead,” she encouraged, as he raised them to his face. “Do you like the smell of my wet schoolgirl panties?” Her heart was pounding. She was surprised to find herself so excited by his fetish.

“Oh my god,” he groaned.

“Wrap those around your cock,” she instructed. He eagerly draped them over his shaft, and started stroking. She stared as his head strained against the fabric. “That’s so hot,” she breathed.

She was so aroused by the sight of her panties wrapped around his cock that she found her hand moving between her thighs again. As she slipped a finger between her lips, a shiver rolled down her spine.

“Do you wanna know a secret?” she whispered. He nodded. “I lied about why I switched schools. Lindsey was right, I was a total slut. My stepdad caught me giving head to three guys from the basketball team. He totally lost it, and made me switch to an all-girls school.”

Casey moaned quietly, watching her shiver at the memory of kneeling before three throbbing cocks. She laughed at the realization that her step-dad’s attempt to remove her from temptation had instead put her in Casey’s path. She felt drunk with the intensity of his desire for her.

“You like these tits, too?” she continued enthusiastically, unbuttoning her top so he could see her bra. “I’ve caught you staring down my shirt a couple times, but you’ve never been so obvious before.”

His cock twitched as she scooped a breast from the cup. She tweaked her nipple until it stiffened for him.

“I didn’t realize I’d be so into this,” she gasped. “It’s so hot, watching you use my panties.”

“You’re so sexy,” he groaned. “You look so fucking good in that uniform.”

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” Without waiting for him to answer, she leaned against the door, opened her legs wide and spread her lips for him.

He started pulling on his cock even harder. His head was swollen under the fabric, and his shaft looked rock-hard.

She reached for the sensitive bud of her clit, finding it erect and nearly too sensitive to touch. Indirectly, she rubbed circles around it, gasping at the sensation.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed as a bit of precum squirted out, soaking into her panties.

“My clit is tingling,” she purred. Eagerly, she plunged one and then two fingers inside her soaking pussy. She rubbed her clit with one hand and fucked herself with the other.

He stared hungrily, and she wondered if he was imagining shoving her hands out of the way and burying his cock in her heat. The thought made her insides clench repeatedly.

“We’re being so naughty,” she moaned, feeling the pressure build. “Do you want to watch this schoolgirl cum for you?”

He nodded enthusiastically, thrusting forcefully into his fist.

“Oh, you’re so hard! It turns me on so much to watch you jerk off with my panties. I’m so wet right now,” she gasped. “I’m so close. I’m about to cum!”

She squirmed, rolling her hips against her hands as she watched him masturbate for her. The head of his cock throbbed as he built towards a climax. She imagined kneeling in front of him, opening her mouth…

“Ah! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum. I can’t be too loud, your sister will hear! I’m gonna, I’m gonna, oh my god! Oh fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhh! Ohhh!”

A wave of sensation crashed over her. Her pussy squeezed insistently, and wetness dripped from her fingers. Her clit thrummed. Little sparks of electricity seemed to dance up and down her spine. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath. Overwhelmed, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees.

When she could focus again, she found herself gazing up at his cock. He was stroking frantically, her panties pulling taut over his tip with each thrust.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, still rocking through the final waves of her climax. “Oh fuck, that’s so hot. Look how wet my panties are. Do you think they could make you cum?”

He groaned and nodded.

“I want you to cum for me. Will you cum in this slutty schoolgirl’s panties?”

“Oh my god,” he grunted. “Here I cum!”

His entire body went rigid, and his cock started twitching and throbbing. He continued thrusting into his grip, pumping his spunk into the saturated gusset of her panties. She moaned deliriously at the sight.

On the third stroke, his head popped free of the fabric, and a hot spurt of cum shot onto her cheek. She stifled a cry of surprise, staring up at his eyes full of lust.

Again and again, his cum fell on her face. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue before finally wrapping her lips around him.

“Flora!” He groaned in surprise, and put a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to suck and swallow the last of his orgasm.

At last, he shuddered and pulled away, leaning heavily against the edge of the sink and gasping for breath. Her underwear hung wetly from his still-twitching shaft.

She saw him through a pink haze of arousal as she wiped the last of his cum from her chin and licked her fingers clean.

“What now?” he asked, removing her panties and tucking his cock back into his shorts. He held up the sloppy mess, soaked with her juices and his spunk, unsure what to do with them.

For a brief, lust-crazed moment, she considered putting them back on, imagining the way his warm, sticky cum would feel on her arousal-swollen lips. Shaking her head, she closed his hand around her panties.

“You can keep those,” she grinned. “Make sure Lindsey doesn’t find them.”

“Okay,” he grinned. “Thanks.”

“Now, you better slip out of here first, so they don’t notice us leaving at the same time. I need to clean up a bit, anyway.”

“Sure,” he whispered, “but, um, I meant, what now, like, between us?”

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted with a smile. “I guess you’ll find out if I’m wearing my uniform next time you see me.”