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"No, nope, nuh-uh, NO WAY," I said, pacing back and forth across the living room. I was in shock.
My upstairs neighbors and long time family friends Sandy and Don had asked me to house sit for them. I had planned on a pretty quiet night until my best friend Tara had joined me. This led to us accidentally discovering a treasure trove of Sandy and Don's personal, explicit, home sex videos. This wasn't entirely surprising, given what I knew about Sandy and Don's rather adventurous sex life, and the first half of the video we chose to explore lived up to that expectation as it featured Sandy both sucking and cumming on a cock that didn't belong to her husband. It was the second half, however, that caught me so off guard; the part of the video we currently had paused; the part where Sandy took the camera into the bedroom and revealed her best friend bouncing enthusiastically on Don's dick.
Her best friend who also just so happened to be my step mother Kelly.
"No, I don't...how is this possible? How could she..." I couldn't form a coherent thought. Kelly hadn't been on even a single date since my father died, and was a devout, church-going Christian, to boot. I could not reconcile that the sweaty, smiling woman with Don's thick cock up inside her was Kelly. I just couldn't.
"I mean, she's still a woman," Tara said, "everybody's got needs, right?"
"This isn't NEEDS, Tara, this is...GROUP SEX!" I practically shouted.
"I don't know, Miller," she said, a lusty smile on her face, "I think it's pretty cool, actually. Girl knows what she wants and goes out and gets it."
I just stood there, aghast and livid, hands on my hips, shaking my head. Tara began to giggle.
"This isn't funny!" I croaked, but all she did was laugh harder.
"Trust me," she said, gesturing to my whole situation, "THIS is very funny!"
The fog momentarily lifted from my brain and I was able to take stock of how ridiculous I looked: I was standing there, fuming, in only socks and a jizz-splattered t-shirt, my soft, spent dick flapping in the wind with every shift or angry outburst I let out. I couldn't help but join Tara's laughter.
And then there was Tara.
Tara was just as indisposed as I was: hard nipples pressing through her t-shirt, she was bottomless, legs crossed, hiding her pussy from sight. I looked ridiculous, but Tara...she looked hot as hell.
It was then that I remembered what had just happened. While watching the first half of the video, my best friend and I had crossed a line. We had shared sexual situations before, even masturbated in front of each other, but there was never any touching. Tonight was different. Tonight she stroked my cock and I fingered her pussy until we both had explosive orgasms.
It was all so hot, and so sudden, that I hadn't even considered what this meant for Tara's relationship with Sarah. She had effectively just cheated on her, with me, and despite how amazing the experience had been, to feel her on my fingers, and to feel her fingers on me, the idea that I was part of even more deception just made me feel awful.
"This is nuts...this is all so nuts" I said, in reference to everything. I needed to remove myself from the situation. Fast. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna go clean up. Maybe take a shower."
"You don't wanna know what happens next?" Tara said in a syrupy tone, her thick, pale thighs sliding along each other in a suggestive way.
"I...just can't deal with this right now" I said, playing dumb to her clear double meaning.
"You're telling me you DON'T want to see how this ends?" She said, sitting up in disbelief.
"Not right now...it's just all too much." It definitely was not a lie.
There was a moment of silence between us. We were both clearly running over events in our minds, each trying to figure out where to go next.
"Ok, sure," Tara finally said, "you go clean up."
Her tone was hard to read, and my stupid teenage brain told me it was better not to try, so I acted as though the matter was settled, and made my way toward the bathroom.
The minute I left the room, I heard voices and sounds coming from the tv. Tara was watching the rest of the video. Slipping into the bathroom, I paused just inside the doorway, held my breath, and listened. I could hear giggles, gasps, and long moans coming from multiple people. The loudest and most feminine of them I recognized as coming from my step mother Kelly. I still couldn't believe it.
I peeked my head out from the bathroom door, which had a straight line of sight to the living room. Flickering digital light cast shadows throughout the room and highlighted my best friend Tara, entranced by the visuals. Her legs were spread wide, one hand lost between them while the other caressed her own breast.
Somehow I pulled myself away and back into the bathroom. I could not wrap my mind around the events of this evening. Part of me did want to see the rest of the video. Part of me wanted to go back and fuck my best friend right there on my neighbor's couch. But right now I just wanted to eject from this entire situation. I needed this shower badly.
It was a cold one.
After my shower, I put on some clean clothes and rejoined Tara in the living room. The pants she borrowed from Steph were back on, and she was curled up watching some non-pornographic tv, a very contented glow about her person. She was satisfied. I'd be lying to say I wasn't sad I missed it.
"How was your shower?" She said casually, not looking at me.
"It was...good." I had no idea what else to say. I had no idea what I COULD say. I knew what I wanted to know, though. Despite my better judgment, despite my tantrum and my rush out of the room, my curiosity got the better of me. "...How was the rest of the video?"
Tara's gaze turned to me. She smiled a devilish smile, and rolled her eyes at me.
Tara got up with a sigh. Her thighs jiggled deliciously as she sauntered over to me. Steph's shorts clung to her ass tightly, and I could see the slight sway of her perfect breasts beneath the large t-shirt.
She stopped in front of me, taking a moment to look me over. I had no idea what she was thinking, or where this was going, but before I had time to guess, she leaned over, and gathered up her discarded work clothes.
"Oh boy, Miller...You're gonna have to see for yourself." She said with another smile, and kissed me on the forehead.
A pat on the side of the cheek followed, and then Tara made her way out of the room, toward the front door.
I was completely flabbergasted, but I got the immediate feeling as though I had fucked up. And maybe I had; my best friend and I had been extremely intimate, in a way I think we had both wanted for a long time, and my response was to panic and eject. But I mean, who could blame me? I had just discovered a sex tape featuring my step mom and three other people--it was kind of a lot. And what about Sarah? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I?
As if sensing my panic and confusion, Tara stopped at the front door and called back to me.
