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gulp, quickly releasing a soft moan as I pretended to shift in my sleep so that a thigh fell that little bit further to the side.
    â€˜Well why don’t you then?’ Christian replied, his arrogant tone pissing me off yet more.
    â€˜Don’t be stupid; she’ll wake up.’
    â€˜No she won’t. She’s had as much to drink as the rest of us and she’s fast asleep. Anyway, if you’re not gonna touch it then I am.’
    I released a tiny whimper from the back of my throat as a finger suddenly made contact with my naked sex lips. For a drunken pig of a man Christian was remarkably gentle, and he stroked lightly up and down, causing my breath to catch and my stomach muscles to tense with every thrill he released within me.
    He pressed a little deeper and my lips parted for him all too easily. ‘Jesus!’ he hissed, as his finger worked back and forth. ‘The little whore’s soaking wet already. I bet she’s dreaming of us fucking her tight cunt right now, mate. Look...’ Christian’s caress left me and I assumed he was showing off my arousal to his accomplice.
    â€˜Here, let me have a go,’ Ben muttered, unable to keep the quavering excitement from his voice.
    â€˜Sure, but let’s make things a little easier, shall we?’ A monumental shiver shot the length of my spine as I felt my shorts being pulled down my thighs to leave me utterly exposed. He wasn’t careful, he wasn’t subtle and it was the moment when I really ought to have put an end to it, but I’m ashamed to confess I really wanted Ben to take his turn at touching me in such an intimate way, and as my shorts were soon left bunched around a single ankle, I faked a sleepy movement once more so that I could part my thighs wider still.
    â€˜See Ben, subconsciously she’s offering herself to us,’ Christian coaxed. ‘Right now she’s thinking of your fat cock as it slides in and out of her cunt. She wants you to touch it. Go on!’
    Now the tip of Ben’s finger pressed against my sex, and I could feel his nervous exhilaration as he shakily slid it a little higher to work against my entrance. ‘Fuck!’ he declared. ‘She’s so hot,’ and taking me quite by surprise he suddenly pushed forward to enter me completely. I drew a short, desperate breath through my nostrils as he penetrated me with his finger, skewering it slightly as it entered. ‘You’re right, Chris,’ he enthused, his disbelieving excitement obvious, ‘she’s fucking soaking.’
    Soon a second finger joined the first and he began to frig me a little deeper, my pussy sucking against him as he drew back and forth. It was all I could do not to cry out from the wonderful sensation alone, but more than that, I was profoundly turned on by how outrageous the entire situation was. I kept thinking back to my brother passed out downstairs while his supposed friends took advantage of his sister, of how much I had learnt to despise Christian and Ben’s arrogant attitudes, but also how good it felt to be stripped by them and now, to have my pussy fingered while I was apparently sleeping.
    â€˜That’s it, Ben, what did I say?’ Christian urged. ‘Finger-fuck the little bitch harder.’
    I could picture Christian’s gloating face above me and it both disgusted and thrilled me at the same time. As though encouraged by his friend’s words, Ben began to work his fingers a little quicker while pressing a thumb against my clit, and it felt so very, very good.
    â€˜Let’s get a little look at those lovely tits now, shall we?’ Christian suggested, and I felt my vest being tugged up until it was left rolled and bunched beneath my armpits. ‘God, check ‘em out Ben,’ he whispered. ‘Like two little strawberries just ripe for the tasting.’
    â€˜Shit, Chris, don’t,’ Ben uttered, but he was too late and I felt warm