[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 1

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Chapter 1
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“Aren’t they a little old to need a sitter?” Alicia asked Madeline, the harried mother and step-mother of the two young teenagers.

The boys in question eyed each other with undisguised hostility. Then they expressed their opinion of needing a babysitter with crossed arms and hard frowns at their mother.

Madeline continued stuffing various items from the counter into her large leather satchel. “They fight all the time. I need someone to keep them in line in the evenings while I take my training class. The last time we left them here alone, they broke the television.”

“How do you expect me to deal with teenage boys that are as big as I am?” Alicia shook her head, preparing to tell her old babysitting client *no*.

Madeline grimaced. “It’s just for the next two weeks. They’ll be in school during the day, but my husband is out of town and this is the only time I can get the project management training I need to keep my promotion. I’m desperate!”

“You’re serious? How do you expect *me* to keep them from killing each other?” Alicia had such a bad feeling about the whole situation that she picked up her book bag to leave. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and said, “I’m sorry. This isn’t what you described on the phone, Madeline. I don’t think—”

“A hundred bucks a night,” Madeline sputtered. “For ten weeknights. That’s a thousand dollars by the time I complete my certification.”

“Wait, seriously?” Alicia gasped. That was the kind of money to make her reconsider the job.

Adam gaped in shock at his mother. “Mom, pay us half of that, just fifty bucks a day, and we won’t fight anymore. I swear!” He nudged his step-brother, Carlos, for support. “We’ll even do the laundry and dishes, right?” Carlos rolled his eyes and shrugged like he didn’t care either way.

“Oh, no!” Madeline shook her finger at the teens. “You two couldn’t be bothered to get along when I *begged* you to help me, so there’s no way I’m paying you to do it now.”

Alicia had started her first year of college in the fall and needed that extra money. A grand would take a big chunk out of the gap between her school expenses and financial aid. She crossed her arms and glared back at the two step-brothers, hoping they bought her tough act.

“Fine,” Alicia growled. “But I’ll see how tonight goes before I commit to the whole two weeks.”

“Thank you,” Madeline gasped as she slipped the satchel over her shoulder. “I’ll call you if something comes up, but I should be home by eleven.”

With that, Madeline left the three of them standing in the kitchen staring at each other in tense silence. Alicia sucked her cheeks in as she studied the young men.

Adam was a typical suburban jock. He got his blond hair and good looks from his mother and his skill on the football field got him just about anything he wanted. Carlos was his polar opposite in coloring and possessed a suave confidence that Adam lacked. His father, Javier Chavez, had given him black hair and a darker complexion. He projected a more urban style and attitude that didn’t leave much room for compromise with his popular step-brother.

Alicia had known Madeline for years and had babysat Adam when their last names were still Morris. Javier and Madeline had gotten married just before school started and moved into Madeline’s house. The request to babysit the new step-brothers had come as a shock at first, but now she could understand the reason.

“Whatcha want for dinner?” Alicia asked at last.

“You can suck on this if you’re hungry,” Carlos said, then grabbed at the crotch of his shorts and yanked it in her direction.

Alicia rolled her eyes at his vulgar gesture. “I’d need more than your pitiful mouthful.”

Adam laughed and pushed Carlos. “Oh ho, rekt!’

And with that, Carlos began pummeling Adam in the middle of the kitchen. The two of them traded blows as they fell, rolling back and forth across the tiles muttering curses at each other.

Alicia put two fingers in her mouth and let out a shrill whistle that froze them. Carlos was sitting on Adam’s back trying to choke him out with his arm. After working up a little sweat, the stink of their unwashed bodies and pungent body spray burned her nose.

“Two rules. One, you both need to work on your hygiene. I don’t know why guys your age think they can get away without washing, but you both smell *nasty*. Two, you help me get through the miserable torment of your company tonight and I’ll give you a reward.”

“Cash?” Adam grinned up from underneath Carlos, which changed their fight to something that looked more suggestive.

Alicia laughed as she plucked her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and snapped a shot of the two guys together on the floor. “You look like you’re humpin’ your brother,” she said to Carlos.

“*Step*-brother,” Carlos muttered as he pushed off Adam to stand and point at her phone. “Delete that picture.”

“Too late.” Alicia locked and tucked the phone in her back pocket. “My camera app immediately backs up to an encrypted drive online. You couldn’t delete it even if you had my pin.”

“So what’s the reward then?” Adam said as he checked a scraped elbow before standing. Carlos was already stomping out of the kitchen with a sour expression on his face.

“Depends on how nice I’m feeling later. Which depends on how nice you both behave now.”

She turned to search the pantry to find something to make for their dinner. Adam followed Carlos out of the kitchen, still inspecting the bloody scrape on his elbow.

“Go take a shower,” she shouted after them. “I’m serious, you both reek.”

While Alicia boiled spaghetti and heated sauce from a jar, she considered how to occupy the step-brothers for two weeks. When she dealt with younger kids, they could be tempted into better behavior with treats like favorite games or shows. She was at a loss for what could motivate these two idiots to behave.

While Alicia was setting the table, Carlos came swaggering into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. He was trying to be cool about it, but he couldn’t pull it off. Alicia put down the utensils and turned to face him.

“You wanna smell me?” Carlos asked, forcing his voice lower than normal. He lifted an arm to show the thin tuft of black hair growing from his armpit.

Alicia shot him a pair of raised eyebrows. She couldn’t help but notice the good muscle definition, but his smooth, hairless chest betrayed his youth. She stepped closer to check if he’d really defunked himself, but his stench made her recoil from a foot away.

“Your hair’s still dry, so you didn’t use shampoo. And you obviously didn’t scrub with soap and a washcloth. Go wash again or I’ll post that picture I took online.”

“Jeez,” he muttered as he stomped back to the stairs.

“While you’re up there, please tell Adam to *actually* wash before he comes down to eat.”

Alicia watched Carlos’ muscles flex as he ran back up the stairs. They were both good looking guys. She had started having sex when she was about their age. At first it was just kissing and groping, then oral sex, and finally going all the way when a smooth talking senior got her alone at a party. And she’d loved it all. Every slippery, salty, bitter, drop of it. She shivered at the memories and turned her mind back to toasting garlic and parmesan cheese bread.

By the time she had the table set, the guys came thundering down the stairs like wild animals. They wore loose shorts and t-shirts, but nothing else. Alicia suppressed a smirk when they both presented themselves for her inspection. The scent of soap and clean skin was a pleasant improvement. To prove she was serious about the cleaning, she grabbed their hands to inspect their fingernails.

“Better,” she acknowledged and indicated they should sit at the table. Alicia sat at the head of the table and they sat opposite each other at her left and right.

“So, why can’t you two get along?” Alicia asked as she spooned the spaghetti noodles and sauce for them all. She shook on the parmesan cheese over her plate, but neither guy had said anything yet. “Well?”

Carlos glared at Adam for a moment. “I had my own room before. Now I have to share and he’s constantly in my stuff.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I only go on your side of the room to take back the stuff that you *borrow* without asking.”

“That was one time!” Carlos thumped the table with a closed fist. “And your Mom *said* I could borrow that shirt.”

“Now I have to check to see if he’s borrowed anything else,” he explained to Alicia, ignoring Carlos.

“So? You use my body spray without asking!”

“Prove it! I use the same brand!”

“Yours has been empty for over a week. How do you explain that?”

Alicia broke in to stop the bickering. “You aren’t the first siblings in the world who have to share a room. You guys need to work on your boundaries. My sisters and I went through the same kind of stuff growing up. Just work out a system you can both agree to and stick to it.”

Silence followed as they ate for a few minutes. The boys woofed down the pasta and the garlic bread Alicia had prepared. When Alicia finished her meal, she sat back and watched them finish off the remaining food like a couple of ravenous animals.

“So what else do you guys fight about?”

“Privacy,” Adam growled. “I need quiet time to study.”

“More like porn time to whack it,” Carlos muttered.

“Shut the fuck up!” Adam growled back. His face flushed as he glanced at Alicia before staring down at his plate.

“I’ll let you both in on a little secret,” Alicia whispered as she leaned forward to glance around, pretending no one else overheard. “Everyone whacks it. It’s no big deal.”

“Do you?” Carlos challenged her with disbelief in his tone.

“Sure,” Alicia shrugged, not embarrassed at all. “Everybody needs a little stress relief now and then. I mean, sex is great and all, but I’m never throwing away my vibrator.”

The guys looked shared a look of silent shock at her admission.

“Same deal as the boundaries. Work out a system. My roommate at college ties a ribbon around the doorknob if she needs a little privacy. My sister and I worked it out when I still lived at home. If you guys respect each other’s space and time a little better, I bet you can get along just fine.”

She stood and picked up her plate and utensils. “Bring the dishes and I’ll wash them while you guys do your homework.”

“I don’t have any,” Carlos said.

“Don’t bullshit me.” Alicia gave him a steady look until he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Now get to work on yours so I can work on mine.”

After rinsing the dishes and loading up the dishwasher, Alicia grabbed her book bag and sat at the table with the brothers. It didn’t take her long to get into her study groove. She read the next sections for English and Sociology, then began working on her Chemistry assignment. There was a lab on Wednesday that she needed to prepare a written procedure for.

When Alicia finished, she demanded to see what the brothers had done. Carlos handed over a set of algebra problems and she went through them quickly. “This one isn’t right. What’s the greatest common factor?”

“Two x squared?” Carlos guessed after studying the problem for a moment.

“Good, now factor the polynomial and show your work.” She turned to Adam. “What are you working on.”

“A five paragraph essay on social stigmas.”

“What’s your thesis statement?” Alicia asked.

“That social stigmas reflect current values and encourage people to conform to expected norms.”

“Sounds good. Your three supporting arguments?”

“Smoking used to be socially acceptable and now it isn’t. Sexual activity outside of marriage has less of a stigma than it used to be. And mixed race marriages used to be illegal and are now so common they go unnoticed.”

“Typical white boy,” Carlos mumbled and shook his head with a frown.

“You disagree?”

“Yeah,” Carlos said with a challenge toward Adam. “*You* get to walk into a store without the security guard following you around. *You* can ask Becky Cressman to go out and she won’t say, ‘*As if, wetback’*. My family has probably been around here longer than hers, the stupid cunt.”

“Wait,” Adam said as he leaned towards his step-brother. “She actually said that to you?”

“Yeah, and now *you’re* going out with her.”

“Dude, I’ll dump her tomorrow. That’s seriously not cool.”

Carlos frowned and drew his brows together while Alicia looked on with a satisfied smile.

“You’d do that for me?” Carlos asked with an incredulous tone.

“Hey, I wasn’t thrilled about Mom marrying Javier, but not because I’m fucking racist.”

“So what’s with all the shit you give me?”

“Dude, this was *my* house. I’ve had my own room since I was a kid. I could take a nap when I wanted, listen to music I liked, arrange things the way I wanted. It’s just a big change, that’s all. And it didn’t feel like I had any say about it when Mom announced you guys were moving in.”

“It was a big change for me, too. I just figured you hated me.”

“Naw, I don’t hate you,” Adam said.

Alicia waited for them to stop talking, then turned to Adam. “Well, I like your essay outline. If you want to show the draft to me, I’ll be happy to look it over before you turn it in.”

“Cool,” Adam said with a nod then looked thoughtful for a moment. “Can I ask you something without you getting mad or weird?”

“Sure,” Alicia said. “Ask away.”

“When you and your sister were in the same room, did you ever, uh, whack it when she was there?”

“Dude, what the hell?” Carlos laughed uncomfortably at the personal question.

Alicia felt her face heat, but answered the question honestly. “Sure, all the time.”

“Did she know?” Adam asked, his own face flushing a deep red.

“Yeah, eventually,” Alicia laughed along with Carlos. “At first we pretended we didn’t hear each other, but one time we both started giggling at the sounds we were making. After that, it was just no big deal. It’s just scratching an itch.”

Adam glanced at Carlos. “I heard you doing it last night. I didn’t want to say anything, but sometimes I need to do it so I can get to sleep. I just didn’t want you to think I was being weird or anything if you ever heard me.”

Carlos stopped grinning and looked down, his own face darkening in embarrassment. “I get that. I kinda have to, sometimes.”

Alicia bit her lips to hide the smile pushing out. Imagining these two getting themselves off was actually making her a little hot. An idea occurred to her that might make these two weeks bearable if they could keep their mouths shut. She glanced at the clock and saw it was pushing ten.

“So, about that reward,” she said as she worked up the nerve to suggest her idea to the pair. “I’d like to give you a special reward tonight, but if I do it has to stay between us. I’m serious.”

“Okay,” Carlos said slowly as he squinted in suspicion. “What are you thinking?”

“Let’s go to the living room,” she said before packing up her laptop and binders. “We need to talk about it first.”

Once the homework had been put away, Alicia went into the living room and pointed to the section of the couch she wanted them to sit. When the guys sat there she stood in front of them.

“Here are the rules,” she said as she counted on her fingers. “One, you keep yourselves clean like this everyday. Two, you do not fight *at all* for the next two weeks or no more rewards. And three, you have work hard on your homework because I need the time to study while I’m here.”

“And if we do all that?” Adam asked.

Alicia realized she was warming to the fantasy she was giving reality. “I’ll give you both a hand job before I leave.”

The two guys sat staring at her in disbelief.

“Uh, seriously?” Adam asked.

“What do we do?” Carlos whispered.

“Take off your shirts and pull down your shorts,” she said as she dug a tube of hand lotion from her purse. She’d particularly loved giving hand jobs, even after she discovered the joys of more vigorous sex. In fact, she was their age when she gave her first fumbling hand job to a guy she couldn’t even remember anymore. Now she had so many more tricks.

Both guys moved slowly, glancing at each other as if daring the other to go first. Both had good muscle tone and very little body hair. Their jutting erections emerged from thin patches of pubic hair that brought back fond memories of the hard young cocks of her youth and their hair-trigger orgasms.

She squeezed a palm full of lotion in her hands and warmed it by rubbing them together. She grinned at them as she knelt between them, calling nervous grins to answer hers. Carlos wasn’t circumcised and was a little thicker than his step-brother. Adam was circumcised and had a slightly longer, curving erection. Their developing bodies made their erections look even bigger by contrast. Alicia leaned forward and examined them both more closely before taking each of them in hand at the same time.

“Have you ever had someone do this for you?” They both pushed their steel-hard cocks into her hands with a groan. They still had some more growing to do, but there was no question they were ready to play.

“No,” each mumbled as they lay back against the loveseat and stared at her through lidded eyes.

“Carlos in uncut, which makes it a little easier to get him off like this.” Alicia eased his shiny pink head out of his darker foreskin while she stroked him. His balls were much darker than the skin of his legs. “I may slow down when you get closer, but don’t worry. It’ll be so it’s better when I finally get you off.”

“Fuck,” Adam murmured as he gripped the couch cushions. “It’s never been this good when I’ve done it.”

“Me neither,” Carlos said, his eyes watching Alicia’s hands twist and stroke both of them at the same time.

“It always feels better when someone else does it, but it may be harder to cum the first time. You know your own body best and can probably get yourself off really fast. But I’m not in a hurry. I want you to last as long as you can.”

“Oh, jeez,” Adam moaned as his hips rose and fell with each stroke. “That feels amazing.”

“Kinda the point,” she pointed out with a giggle. “Just remember our deal.”

It felt good to Alicia, too. Something about getting a guy off with nothing but a little hand lotion made her feel powerful. Watching two guys writhe under her touch at the same time scratched an itch deep in her brain. Control. Power. Sex. She loved being dominated by the strong men she hooked up with, but she’d also found pleasure in dominating others and forcing them to cum. Like Megan. Her own excitement was transmitted through her touch and she had to will herself to slow down before one of them blew.

When they had both relaxed, she increased the pace but controlled herself better. Carlos was breathing deeper and faster, his eyes all but shut as precum wet his tip. When he arched his back, Alicia stopped to squeeze him while continuing to stroke Adam. She really wanted to see if she could get them both to let go at the same time.

Carlos squeezed his ass to push up into her hand. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back on the loveseat. The sight of his foreskin sliding back to expose the wet head of his cock made her shiver. He held his breath when she stroked back up.

“Faster,” Carlos begged. “Please, I’m so close.”

“Not yet,” Alicia teased.

She examined Adam more closely as she squeezed his pink head through her fist. His lightly furred sack wrinkled as she pushed loose skin down his shaft. On the upstroke, the pink mushroom top reddened and a drop of precum dribbled out of the slit on top. She made sure to wet her palm with it before stroking down again.

“So good,” Adam whispered and rolled his head from side to side.

After a few more minutes they were both holding their breaths while Alicia twisted and turned her hands over their cocks. She noticed both were steadily leaking precum which helped her slide easily over their sensitive heads. Both guys gripped the couch cushions, pulling themselves up as they let out a long groan together. The guttural harmony made Alicia go from damp to wet in anticipation.

Adam fired first, a huge splashing load that landed up high on his chest. Carlos sputtered and twitched as his own release surged up to land on his stomach. After a few strong pulses later, their seed dribbled over Alicia’s hands and she breathed a long satisfied sigh.

“Holy shit,” Adam muttered as he collapsed back into the loveseat. “I could die happy now.”

“Man, I need a girlfriend,” Carlos said with a laugh. “I had no idea it would feel that good.”

Alicia wiped her hands on some tissues from her purse as she watched them bask in the afterglow. “So am I gonna hear about you two fighting tomorrow?”

“No way,” they both said together and laughed at each other.

“Good. Now go get cleaned up and get in bed. Your mom should be back soon.”

While they were gone, Alicia sprayed some air freshener. Even with clean bodies, cum had a unique odor all its own. By the time Madeline got home, the boys were quiet upstairs and Alicia was ready to get back to the dorm to satisfy her own surging desires.

“Did the boys behave?” Madeline asked with hope straining her smile.

“They were okay.”

“So you’ll do the whole two weeks?”

Alicia shrugged and pretended to think about it. “Sure.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Madeline hugged her tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow around six?”

“I’ll be here,” Alicia said as she grabbed her book bag. The slippery feeling in her panties distracted her all the way to her car. She was already looking forward to their next reward.

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