"Hey, no. You wanna see what's inside? Then come on in."

Betti winced, feeling his strong fingers pressing hard into her upper arm. He dragged her around the garage, pulling her without regard to how she stumbled over the uneven flagstone pavement. Betti pulled backward half-heartedly, feeling so guilty over having been caught peeping.

"Betti? What the hell?"

Joe was clumsily pushing the opened vodka bottle under a cushion, obviously surprised at seeing his sister's best friend here.

"She was peeping around. I think we gotta teach the brat a lesson she won't forget." Betti didn't like the sound of Jack's voice. She didn't particularly like what she was hearing. Joe looked confusedly at his buddy, his head cocked to one side while Jack flipped the lock. Betti felt terribly naked, her hands automatically drawing in front of her pussy while she folded in her upper arms to hide her be tits. "You know," Jack began, sauntering up to Betti and drawing the backs of his fingers over her jaw, "I got a gang, a real nice group of boys who don't take any shit from little pussies like this."

"What?"

Betti was horrified. Never, ever had anyone called her such a horrid name before. She backed away, her bikini-clad ass flattening against the garage wall behind her. He was moving one finger under the thin elastic band holding those two patches up against her still-rigid nipples. She could hear the chance in his breathing, see the added glow in his eyes. Joe was watching open-mouthed behind his buddy, his eyes wide while Jack toyed with Betti for another moment.

"Oh!"

Betti felt the top of her bikini fly from her tits, dangling now like a piece of string from Jack's fingers while her tits flopped down on her chest. She flushed beet red, flinging her hands around her naked tits and looking desperately at her best friend's brother. Surely Joe couldn't just sit there and watch this! Jack suddenly grabbed her wrists and pulled them wide apart lowering his head and biting her right nipple.