"Gee, Lils.. I don't know.. this is sort of my house."

She spins on her heels to glare at me. I awkwardly cough and look away. "Yeah, Jacob's right. You really shouldn't... do that..."

She twirls around to face him and practically speaks into his mouth, "You'll do what I say."

I watch him gulp and nod. Images drift through my head and I try to compose myself when I feel the blood rushing below my waist. "I really don't care if there's an audience." Lilly declares. "at least someone can confirm it . . . " she trails off places gentle kisses along Oliver's jaw as he watches with wide eyes. I can practically feel her breath on me. It's the only noise that's made. The busy streets outside seem to stop and watch in awe with me. The simple push of air out of her lungs is enough to make me loose all reason. "Lilly," I sigh out her name, the sound rested well on my throat. Two sets of eyes focus on me, standing in the middle of the room, watching them prepare to do things . . . with a boner.

Oliver was nice enough to take the attention off of me and said in a high-pitched voice, "Cakes? Cakes! It's Saturday! Cake!" He blurts, but Lilly tilts her head to the side.

"Cake? Now? Can't you're hungry wait until after . . . a different need is fulfilled?"

He blushes and spills past her hold. "Nope. Nope. Nope." He sings.

"Oliver are you . . . " on crack?

"Don't you need to go to the bathroom?" He says and I understand. Cake was a distraction. For both of us . . .

With a nod, I stumble over towards the bathroom a lock the door . . .

After composing myself.. or rather decomposing myself. . . I wash my hands and walk out to the kitchen.

"I'm whisking!" Oliver insists after Lilly steps closer towards him.

"Since when do I have cake batter?"

"Give me the freaking mixer, you're doing it wrong!" My question is left unanswered and neglected.

"No! I know how to stir."

"Puh-leaze. You couldn't even put the frosting in the bags right." I take notice that there's three plastic bags filled with multicolored frosting already squeezed out long and it was leaking from the little cut at the tip.. it oddly resembled a..

"Lilly, no!" And just like that the cake batter is spilled onto her head and it slowly slides down her body in mushy chunks as she shutters and whimpers from the cold cake mix touching her skin and ruining her clothing. I didn't really care about her clothing, who would? She could always just take her clothes off and let the running gunk replace their spot. My thoughts wander to what Lilly would look like naked and lathering herself with the batter.

"Lils?" Oliver starts with hands up in defense, "This wasn't my fault..." He continues, "You really can't blame me-"

"Blame you? Blame YOU? You're the one who's doing this! You're making me insane! Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm having one of the most effed up weekends of my life and you can't even try to be nice to me?"

"Worse than the one when you're parents split up?" As soon as the words left my mouth, Oliver slammed his palm to his head, and I wanted to do the same. "Oh, Lils..."

"You act like I'm going to cry or something, I'm not like that. Both of you should know that."

Both of us nod and I drop to my knees to begin cleaning... If Lilly took a shower right now... would she let me and Oliver join her? I mean all of us are messy and who wants a high water bill? Maybe she would... if it were just Oliver in the shower he wouldn't let me.. it'd be too weird for him. Granted I could make up some story about how poor our family is and how all the usage of water could cost us big time. They might believe that...

"Lilly, what the fuck are you doing?" My eyes dart up to her. She's squeezing a red plastic bag onto her arms writing 'Lilly Pawns'

"Ha ha, good idea, Lils." I grab the blue bottle off the counter-top and decide what to write. After a minute I turn her body around to face me and place the tip onto her chest and squeeze out the frosting over her shirt, when it's done, the topping reads 'Property of Jacob Payne' straight across her breasts. And the game begins...

"Oh, my boobs belong to you now do they Jacob?" Lilly asks me, laughing.

I smile and nod in reply.

"Well . . . " Lilly thinks, looking up like usual. "If my boobs belong to you, your dick is mine."

We laugh, my laugh a little fake but I don't think anyone noticed.

"Wait!" Oliver calls to end our laughter. "What do I own?"

Lilly and I stare at each other for a sec, then at Oliver. I shrug, and she does the same thing at the same time.

Oliver sighs. "Great, all I get is myself."

"Nuh uh!" Lilly says loudly. "I call your dick too!"

"So I don't even own myself? That's so not fair!" Oliver grumbles.

Lilly laughs. "Fine, I play fair. Jacob's dick belongs to you Oliver."

I gulp, trying hard not to get hard.

"Claim you property Oken," Lilly encourages jokingly.

"And how do I do that 'Oh Wise One'?" Oliver asks her smiling.

Lilly winks and gets down on her knees. Oliver's eyes are practically bulging out of his face, and I bet my face is quite similar. The blood rush feeling comes back and I bite my lip. Not now Jacob!

Before he can object, Lilly has Oliver's pants and boxers around his ankles.

Lilly starts off barely licking the head, and I can feel myself go hard at the same time as Oliver. I know I probably shouldn't be watching, but it's porn how could I look away? Next, she kisses it and plays with the head with one finger. I hear Oliver moan softly, and it takes all my will to not do the same.

She starts to suck on the balls and rub his dick with her hand. I groan as I start to play with myself. Maybe this isn't the best time to masturbate, but how couldn't I? I've got two scenes playing in my head, one where Lilly is doing that to me and another where I'm doing that to Oliver. I try to focus more on the first one, but it's hard to when I see Oliver's face in so much pleasure.

Lilly starts to suck Oliver's dick and I groan at the same time as him. She sucks harder and harder, and moves faster and I can tell by the look on his face that he's just about to cum when Lilly declares, "Mine!"

"Yours!" Oliver groans and he releases in her mouth.

Lilly swallows and stands up. "See?" she asks, smiling happily.

Oliver whimpers, "More, please Lils."

Lilly shakes her head. "Nuh uh, 'tis my dick and I'll do what I want with it. Now claim yours," she grins evilly and turns to face me.

"I can't blow Jacob!" Oliver protests.

Lilly has her hands on her hips, scowling. "Why not?"

"If you haven't noticed," Oliver motions to his dick, "I'm a guy."

"So you should know exactly what he wants." She grins.

"Well, what do I get out of this?"

"I think you just got it.." My lips twitch not to smile.

He suddenly has a hard time looking my way, "Can't I have something of your's Lil? You have more parts that I'd be-"

"I'll do what I want with my body.. well except my chest now belongs to Jake..."

I drape an arm over her breasts, surely ruining the proof that she is mine, but then again my arm just rubbed frosting all over her boobs. I move my elbow around to insure it. She laughs and pushes me off of her, "Damn Lils. If your shirt gets any lower, I might actually need that blow-job." I didn't think she'd take me seriously, granted I didn't protest when she pulled her shirt over her head..

"Lils..." I'm not sure if it were me or Oliver who sounded so helpless, but we were both struck by this event. No bra. I had a sudden urge to do away with the rest of her clothes and lick every inch of her tight little body.

I watch Oliver step forward, he struggles with his pants around his ankles, but continues towards her. His hands land firmly on her hips and his lips press onto hers. Funny how ten minutes ago he was disgusted by the thought of being with her. But by the deep groans he's making now I can assure you, he wanted her. Probably worse than I did. I've got a great view of the scene. Oliver's back is to me so his bare ass was just taunting me along with the moans as she touches him. "Oh, GOD Lilly!" I couldn't tell what she whispered in his ear... but he started to thrust into her hands.

My pulse raced as my fantasies took over my mind. I had Lilly pinned to the wall, I was in her, she didn't seem to mind when Oliver was behind me shoving into me. We went at the same pace. I realized how unrealistic that would be. Another vision came to mind. It was the same scene as now, Lilly and Oliver were making out in my kitchen, except I walked over to them, My arms seal them tight to me. Clothes must of magically wandered off, because they were long gone in my mind. I place kisses on his lips, to his neck up in his hair, smelling his sweaty skin as I went along. My tongue licked up all the moisture that formed on his neck. I could feel him grow, he pulsed on my leg. I move my knee in between his knees, rubbing my thigh onto his twitching length. I find my hands tracing circles onto his chest. The realistic part was that, even though I was truly pleasing him, he was touching Lilly. Stroking her hair, pressing his hand against her underwear and placing pressure there. Soft moans came from her lips, and I realized they were real.

"Oh, Oliver.." She pants and tries to remain in control. She leans back against the counters and whines while he drews circles against her panties.

I then realized I was incapable of building up another boner. I took in a sharp breath and left them be. It would only hurt to watch anymore. My mind contained enough visuals of this scene to make masturbation a simple thing. I wasn't willing to give up my virginity to these people who would only tell me how much they'd regret it. I wouldn't be able to lie and say: I wish it never happened. I do wish it would happen. But the urges are silly mind tricks all teenagers get... right?

I knew I could protest and win the fight, but against my will, I left my home so my best friends could have sex in my kitchen. As I walked out the front door, I didn't miss the sound of Lilly swatting at Oliver's hand. "Ow! What the hell?" "I told you, that's Jacob's spot." I grin to myself. A part of her will always be mine, sarcasm or not, it was a nice thought.