“Yeah, yeah, fuck,” he groaned, his cockhead swelling in her mouth.
Happily whimpering as she felt the burst of warmth filling her mouth, Alex moaned in appreciation and took what he was giving. Three times he groaned in pleasure, his cock swelling and releasing, and soon she had a mouthful and sucked up the shaft as she looked up at him.
“Wuh moah,” she said, her mouth full of cum as she pointed at her phone.
Smirking down at her, he pointed the phone in her general direction as she leaned close to his gooey cock head and posed for him, opening her mouth to show the load of cum. The phone clicked and she swallowed, sucking the cockhead again and swallowing what she found of the remnants.
“Yummy,” she said, smacking her lips and then standing and grabbing her phone.
He grinned, laying back on his bed, as she chuckled at him. Stopping off in the restroom to check and make she didn’t look like she’d been fucked, she saw that that was exactly what she looked like. Taking a few minutes to re-style her hair and apply a bit more makeup from her purse, she nodded, satisfied that she looked better than before.
Turning, she left the bathroom and found her clothes, pulled them on and then slipped on her shoes.
“Bye,” she said, looking at him in amusement as he recovered in the same spot he had been.
“See you soon,” he called out weakly.
Turning, she hit the stairs and jogged down, waving at Cindy as she passed, heading to the door.
“Bye,” Cindy called, waving and looking over at her mischievously.
Alex grinned, opening the door handle and hesitated a moment, but then turned, shaking her head as she left. She would have loved to stay and play with Mrs. Logan, or any one of the family, but she really did need to go see the other guys. Practically skipping to her car, she paused just upon reaching the door and sent a text to Beck.
“Hey,” she sent. “I’m free now. You and the guys still want to see my boring ass?”
“Heck yeah!” Beck replied quickly. “We’ve been counting the minutes!”
Happily she hopped into her car and pulled out. At the first stop light she came to, she flipped through the pictures and came to the one of her with the cum in her mouth, quickly sending it off to Bryce.
“On my way,” she texted. “Better not kiss me hello, though.”
Her phone buzzed in response a few times, but she didn’t look at it and simply waited for the light to turn green. As soon as it did, she dropped it to her lap and accelerated with a wide grin on her face.
*****
Sam
Lying in bed that evening, Sam was going over the day in her head. She’d finished her shift out and driven home. After a quick shower, she slid into her sheets and lay quietly, thinking about all that had transpired. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what, but something was bothering her about what Brandon had said.
He’d watched it 7 times. Ridiculous, but she didn’t think he would have lied about that. He’d seen how upset she’d been.
He mentioned that four of those times were the day before. That was two for her and two for him. She frowned and picked up her phone.
“Are you up?” she texted.
He answered quickly, sending back, “Yep. Zoey says hi.”
Sam giggled, recalling the young woman’s adorable reaction to meeting her. “Give her a kiss for me,” she sent, but then added, “I have a quick question. Were you one of the four that watched that video yesterday?”
“Nope,” he sent back.
She frowned. That didn’t make sense.
“Technically Zoey watched one, but the other three were from you, I’d bet,” he replied.
Sam sat up in bed, frowning and trying to figure out why it was bothering her so much.
She’d seen the video and shown Dane. That was two views. Zoey had watched it, and she forced herself not to dwell on that delightful little fact. Brandon had said that no one else had seen it, as far as he knew. It was possible that someone had browsed to it, or that Brandon was just lying. That didn’t feel right though.
“Oh… my… GOD!” she said out loud, sudden realizing what had happened. It couldn’t have been. He wouldn’t have done that.
Dane, she realized. Dane had watched the video again.
Sam
Monday
Sam couldn’t believe it. She stood up, her mind whirling at the possible reasons that her brother could have for watching a video of her sucking a dick. She immediately knew one reason he would have, then suddenly had the sensation of how nice and big his cock had felt nestled snugly against her butt. Arousal surged through her and she steadied herself on the wall next to her.
“No…” she said, moving over to look in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror didn’t speak of course. Sam… Samantha… she wasn’t sure who was staring back at her anymore.
Wearing nothing but her panties and a simple sleeping shirt, she looked more like Samantha in that moment, and she had a vision of herself skipping along with bows in her hair, singing a song like she was a child again.
“That’s not who you are,” she told herself, staring hard at her reflection. For a split second, she thought she could see the reflection smirk at her.
She suddenly had a vision of Pastor Dickhead crying, then it shifted to one of her on her knees happily sucking his cock. A jolt of irritation and revulsion filled her, and she ripped the top off.
“I’m not Samantha anymore,” she said quietly, staring hard at the mirror. The girl she saw there didn’t look like her for a second, but she closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
It hadn’t moved, and she stood staring quietly at herself for a moment. As she did so, the girl she was looking at smirked at her again. She wondered if she was losing her mind but didn’t feel scared.
“Say it again,” she heard, but didn’t see her mouth moving in the glass.
Briefly considering turning and going to put the troubling thoughts she was having out of her head, she stopped when she heard it repeat.
“Say it again.”
She stared hard, seeing the girl staring back at her smirking once more.
“I’m not Samantha anymore,” she said quietly, wondering if that’s what she wanted to hear.
“Are you sure about that?” she heard, the image going from a look of concentration to the increasingly familiar smirk.
She shivered, shaking her head and closing her eyes for a moment. It was no wonder she was losing her mind. Lately, it felt like she was being asked to carry too heavy a load. There was too much stress and her only real outlet had been taken away.
She felt ridiculous acknowledging that it was sex that she was craving, and that was apparently driving her insane. She knew that she needed someone to take care of her sexual frustrations. But who?
She looked back at the mirror again.
“Who?” she heard, though it was unclear if the voice was imagine, in her head, or actually in the room.
“Brandon?” she thought, looking at… Sam… in the mirror. The reflection’s smile seemed to grow wider.
He was definitely ready and willing. Plus, Zoey was adorable. But still… they seemed so… inexperienced. Brandon was cocky and confident; that was definitely a plus. Maybe he was the same way in bed? But… again… had a girlfriend. Did she really want to get into a sexual mess with a guy and his girlfriend?
She looked back up at Sam in the mirror, but she had changed. The girl she saw staring back wasn’t the same. The darkness in the eyes was gone, replaced by brightness that hadn’t been there before. She was wringing her hands nervously, and looked down, seeing that she was doing that herself. Sighing hard, she closed her eyes and counted to ten, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.
Opening her eyes, she looked back at the mirror and saw Sam staring back.
Were Brandon and Zoey the answer? Could she use them to relieve her sexual frustrations? Her mother had told her that it was going to get worse. She had to find something to help.
Looking back at the confidently smirking girl in the mirror, she had a sudden, promising thought.
“Kara!” she told the mirror. The figure in the mirror seemed pleased.
That was a definite possibility! Maybe she could talk to her and see about checking out The Mess Around and seeing what went on there. Thinking about the things that had taken place there already, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. That could be an outlet for her stress relief. She would see if Kara could talk some evening, or maybe at lunch.
Still, that didn’t answer the question that had been plaguing her. Dane.
Casting one final look at the girl in the mirror, she saw that it was just her staring back, but couldn’t tell if it was the nervous, hand-wringing Samantha, or the confident, smirking Sam.
She turned, starting toward the door to go and confront him, but then stopped and looked back at the mirror. She was still topless, not to mention her panties weren’t exactly appropriate by themselves. She saw the baggy top that she’d torn off on the floor next to her and then another, one she’d gotten from Toni, on the dresser she was standing in front of. It wasn’t a difficult decision. She slid the skimpy top on without burdening herself on why she was doing so, tossed a hand through her hair and then turned to go and see if he was even in his room. Stepping out of hers, she walked down the hall to his door and knocked.
“Yeah?” he called out quietly.
She opened it and peered.
“Hey,” he said, looking up and waving her in.
She stepped in, still mildly irritated, but determined to find out what had occurred. “Hey,” she replied, unable to stop nice, sweet Samantha from coming out in her.
“You okay?” he asked. “Rough day?”
She shrugged, walking over to him. She saw his eyes automatically drop down to her breasts, but then move lower to the crease of her panties as she approached, and she felt herself grow a little more aroused. The look had only taken a second, but it was as obvious to her as if he’d reached up and fondled them himself.
“I wanted to ask you a question,” she said, sliding down to sit on the bed next to him.
“Yes, I think you’re a tool,” he said, grinning and crossing his eyes.
She resisted the urge to smack him and gave him a look that said she was serious. Looking at him then, she saw the same brother who had so vehemently charged to her defense; the same one that she’d clung to as a little girl when the monsters came to get her. He was the same big brother that held her when they did snugglebunnies. He’d always been there for her, and in that moment, she knew he always would be.
She sighed, unable to put him on the spot like she’d originally intended when she’d stormed in. Working quickly, she thought of something she could ask him that wouldn’t sound made up or contrived.
“What… what did you think of that video?” she asked.
She instantly wished she hadn’t asked him, realizing how ridiculous the question was and how needy it sounded.
He sighed, then rubbed a hand through his hair. “We’re always truthful with each other, right?” he asked.
She nodded and gave him a pleasant look. It was an unspoken rule between the two, that they wouldn’t lie to each other.
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings or… ruin our relationship, so I don’t think I should answer that,” he said.
She looked at him curiously.
“What I can say is that… part of me hated it. It makes me want to go and find the guy and do something violent and awful to him.”
She chuckled for a moment, but then looked back up at him.
“A part?” she asked.
He nodded but didn’t offer anymore.
She sighed in irritation. “Dane, that’s not going to cut it. Just tell me.”
He shook his head. “No Sam. I refuse to cause you any more pain than you’ve already experienced. It’s not fair that you’re almost 19 and have had to deal with this much crap.”