Fraternizing has never been this sexy! Jenny has an itch only her stepbrother Matt and his sexy policeman partner can scratch. So the little vixen teases them, only to have the two men return the favor twice-fold! Note: If you love sexy m/f/m menage stories and aren't put off by a little BDSM and anal play, this story might be for you! This original 6600-word short story may be short in length, but it's not short in passion! *~*~*~*~* Excerpt: "Jen, you're home early." I stepped deeper into the kitchen as Matt turned and sat on the floor, watching me with a dark-eyed glare. "You get fired already?" "Of course not. My boss loves me. He gave the rest of the afternoon off seeing as how I've been working so hard lately." So maybe I slapped the sultry on just a little thick, but now I knew Matt was wondering just what sort of service I'd been providing my handsome employer. Never mind he was gay. Matt didn't need to know. And I loved the way his jaw sawed tight. I sauntered inside and headed to the refrigerator. Flipping back my long hair, I bent to reach for a beer in the back of the bottom shelf, knowing my short, slim skirt rose, and since they were on the floor, now they both knew I was wearing pink panties. I straightened, popped the top and took a deep swig. "You catch that mouse?" I asked, giving them an innocent look. By their narrow-eyed frowns, it didn't look as though either of them was buying the act. My face flamed. "Guess I'll go get a shower." Matt turned to Logan. "I wasn't just imagining it." Logan shook his head. "No, she's been hitting on both of us, bro." Their gazes turned slowly, and I backed up, bumping against the doorframe. "Hitting on you? Seriously?" I opened my mouth to make more denials, but they were smiling—wolf-like—and their gazes homed on me. Feeling like prey now, I pointed behind my shoulder. "I'll just leave you both to whatever it is you were doing." Whirling away, I moved quickly down the hall to my bedroom door, but footsteps trailed behind me. Not moving as quickly, but with their long strides, they didn't really have to. A hand caught my arm, and another reached out to shove my bedroom door wider, then I was marched to the bed. Glancing sideways, I noted Logan had me. Shock sent a chill through me. Why was Matt was letting him manhandle me? But before I could protest, Logan sat on the mattress and pulled me over his knees. "Since you didn't mind flashing your panties in our faces..." He flipped up my skirt. I gasped and reached back to push it down, but he caught my hand and drew it past my head, stretching me out. "Go ahead and lose the panties, too," Matt said, his voice tight. "Make sure she feels the sting. It's the only way she'll ever learn her lesson."