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it was they were so obviously looking for.
    Again a crash came from behind the door as one of them must have stumbled in the darkness. ‘For fuck’s sake...’
    And then, in the soft moonlight that streamed through a gap in the curtains, I watched horrified as my door began to open. Part of me wanted to shout at them to get the hell out; part of me wanted to scream for my brother; part of me even wondered if it was not just an innocent mistake and that they were perhaps only looking for somewhere to crash for the night; but mostly I knew the truth of the matter.
    But for some bizarre reason I simply closed my eyes and lay back as if asleep, desperately trying to steady my frantic breathing.
    â€˜What if Josh wakes up?’ Ben whispered.
    â€˜Will you be quiet? Anyway, you saw him; he’s fucking comatose because of all that whisky. Trust me; that boy’s not going to be waking anytime soon. Shit, this must be it!’
    Floorboards creaked as footsteps slowly crossed my room. My throat stung dry and I so desperately wanted to swallow, but I dared not in case they could see me in the half-light.
    â€˜Oh God, there she is,’ hissed Ben. ‘Look, maybe we should just go get another drink instead.’
    â€˜Stop being such a pussy, will you? We’re only gonna take a little look, and besides, you saw what she was like downstairs. Do you really think she’d have walked into the room wearing so little if she hadn’t wanted us to checkout her body? She’s just a fucking prick tease, that girl.’
    Anger flooded my senses. I was desperate to rip into him, but something held me back. Christian was right in a way; I was a tease, but that did not give him the right to enter my bedroom while he thought I was sleeping. Once more I considered shouting at them to get out, even prepared myself to claw at the first face my fingernails made contact with, but I was trapped in a spell and as I felt my quilt slowly lifting away, the cooler air of the bedroom mocking my barely concealed flesh, I disguised a tiny shiver of excitement as a reflexive movement within my slumber.
    â€˜See, dickhead? She’s fast asleep.’
    â€˜Damn, she looks good,’ I heard Ben say. I guess it was only because they were drunk, but neither of them was making much of an effort to whisper now, and they would’ve been crazy to think that if I really was asleep they wouldn’t have disturbed me.
    â€˜Oh yes, she does,’ Christian agreed in a drunken drool. ‘Go open the curtains a little wider so we can get a better look.’
    Feet padded across the carpeted floor.
    â€˜Mmm, checkout that sexy body,’ Ben purred as he returned to the bedside, and I felt an icy chill ripple along my spine with the knowledge that they were there, watching me.
    â€˜Yeah, she’s hot all right, but I wanna see more.’ And it was all I could do not to gasp as I felt fingertips pull gently at the inner seam of my shorts.
    â€˜Shit, Chris, what the hell are you doing?’ Ben gasped.
    â€˜Oh do be quiet, you wimp. I just want to get a little look at her pussy, that’s all.’
    Slowly I felt the soft cotton between my legs drawn aside, and what I assumed were Christian’s knuckles briefly brush against my inner thigh. It was hell trying to remain calm and pretend I was asleep. I still fought the urge to yell at them, but I cannot deny that it felt utterly exhilarating to be so taken advantage of, and I’m afraid I decided to let them continue for just a little longer.
    â€˜There you go, take a look at that,’ Christian breathed.
    â€˜Oh my God, it’s beautiful,’ gasped Ben.
    â€˜I told you it would be. And look, the little slut even waxes. I bet she’s had more cock inside her than you or I’ve had hot dinners,’ Christian sneered.
    â€˜Fuck, I’d love to touch it,’ Ben whispered enthusiastically, and from the idea alone I was forced to