This Is Our Story Ch 08

For the next couple weeks, Conner somehow managed to avoid the temptation to fiddle around any further with TIOS. Hailey could take the lion's share of the credit for that; they met up under the auditorium stage most mornings for a quickie before school, every lunch period, and every evening. He'd already begun to forget that she was only playing the part of his obedient slut by choice; it was fast becoming the norm for him to touch her, use her, however and whenever he liked.

Meanwhile, Conner and Heather worked pleasantly together on the yearbook spread on several occasions. Hailey's constant efforts to make him come helped quell his anxiety around the pretty blonde, and both escaped their sessions together unscathed. Besides, as he devoted thought to it, her willingness to believe him was not as useful as Angelica's condition with Owen. Not like he could tell her how to feel or what to do. The apparent inability to take control over her actually took some of the edge off.

Another weekend came. Only two weeks since the academic decathlon and his first experiments with TIOS, yet it felt like a year. A steamy, sexually charged, endlessly erotic year.

Angelica had her chores done before her stepbrother was even awake that Saturday. The slam of the front door as she left for Owen's house - for Owen's cock - was what stirred him from fitful dreams. Even having gotten off mere minutes before falling asleep, he awakened as hard as he'd ever been. Trying not to think about the lingering image Angelica's naked body that seemed intent on burning itself into his mind, Conner chalked his erection up to morning wood and turned down the temperate in the shower.

It hadn't gone away by the time he got out.

How could he be jealous of Owen? It was so wrong, and on so many levels. First off, it was his sister. Stepsister, technically, but she was still family. Even if she'd only recently joined his family. Even if it had been an exercise of pure willpower to keep her out of his fantasies even before last night. Before he'd seen her reduced to a junkie whose drug of choice was a constant IV drip of cum, sucked direct from the source.

He had Hailey, though, he reminded himself. In Hayleigh McKnight's gorgeous body, no less. She was obviously crazy about him, and had capitulated to his every sexual inclination. Heck, she'd flat out told him she'd do anything he wanted, and had even agreed to some things he decidedly

didn't

want. He was already running out of new things he wanted to try; by now, it was just a matter of trying different paces, rhythms and positions. Conner wouldn't even have to ask, in fact; he could just tell her, and she'd do it.

So then why did he still envy Owen?

He glanced out the window, looking across the street to where his friend was probably already coming in one of Angelica's eager holes. Had he made her ask permission? Did he have her strip first? Did she thank him? It was all too easy to picture him leaning back on the sofa, legs spread and feet propped up on the couch, while Angelica adoringly serviced his cock for hour after hour.

He had to clear his head.

"Hey there, Conner," said his stepdad as he cracked open the door to his room that evening. Conner rolled onto his back and forced his eyes open. The alarm clock on his nightstand read 9:22. "Wore yourself out today, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess." He tried to remember what all he'd accomplished. Raking the yard. Reorganizing the shed. Then the garage. Then the basement. Cleaning out the gutters. Vacuuming, bathrooms, a deep clean of his own bedroom... anything he could think of to keep his hands busy.

"Well your mom and I didn't want you to think we don't appreciate you stepping it up today. I don't know what got into you, but we're... well, here." He produced his wallet from his back pocket, crossing the room to place a few bills on Conner's desk. "Why don't you use this to take that young lady out for a nice dinner."

Conner blinked, still trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. "Angelica?"

His stepdad looked at him askance. "What? No, I think after spending all day out playing with her friends Ang can buy her own dinner. I meant that girl that you've been hanging out with so much lately. Hailey, was it?"

His cheeks colored at his mistake. "Right. Sorry. Still tired. Thanks."

"And look..." The man shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "I know you're at that age where... look, I know you don't need the whole birds and the bees talk, but..." He plunged a hand into his side pocket and came up carrying a pack of condoms. "Just don't do anything stupid, all right?"

Not knowing what else to say, he murmured an assurance that he would not. With a little pat on the head, his stepdad made his exit, giving him a last, proud, man-to-man smile before closing the door behind him. For some time, Conner lay there in the dark room, staring at where the soft green glow of the clock shed its light on the prophylactics. He'd spent all day trying to keep thoughts of girls out of his head, and here was his reward.

He closed his eyes again, and for the thousandth time since he'd first seen it last week, the image of Angelica's naked ass shimmying in his face immediately projected itself on his eyelids.

Hey you wanna do something today?

I'm like sooooooooo bored.

I got a new bra today. Here's a peak.

She texted him an image of her lifting her shirt up until it just barely covered her breasts. He could see a hint of red along the tantalizing glimpse of underboob. Evenly tanned, now. Darker than before, since she'd wanted to make up for lost time, but they'd evened out quickly.

Matching panties, too. if you wanna see those you gotta come get me. ;)

This was the series of messages awaiting Conner the following morning. He'd somehow managed to sleep in despite his early crash time, but evidently Hailey had been up with the sun. Her first text was time-stamped 8:00 exactly, and he didn't expect that was coincidence either. That was a calculation on the part of a desperate girl about how early was acceptable to text the guy she'd been fooling around the past couple weeks.

Conner picked up his phone, then texted Owen.

You busy?

The reply came a minute later, featuring a picture of his stepsister's lips pressed to the base of Owen's shaft. Her eyes were closed, and she looked so peaceful and content that it almost looked like she was sleeping like that. Then came the words,

a little lol

. Conner looked long at the picture before backing out of the conversation and bringing up his conversation with Hailey.

omw

he typed.

"My mom's at work, and she brought my brother with her." This was the only explanation Hailey offered as to how, when he opened the front door, she was able to be waiting in her family's living room in a set of lingerie that wouldn't be appropriate in a Victoria's Secret catalogue. He stared so hard she had to coax him to shut the door before someone went by the house and saw her. Then she had to say it again, because it was that hot.

The bra wasn't a bra at all. It was a few bright red strings shaped in a triangle around her breasts, meeting in the center in a little bow. There was clearly not enough to them to provide lift, but her youthful physique kept them perky enough regardless. Her panties matches the bra, both in style and in not being panties. A pair of red ribbons were tied at the hips, trailing down to her pussy and disappearing between smooth thighs. The wisp of fabric between them was transparent; Conner could see her pubic mound right through it, and noted she had shaved it bare. (No doubt after he'd responded to her question the other day by saying he didn't have a preference, but thought shaved might be hot.) She was lying on her side, and from the way one leg was cocked forward, he could see it covered even less of that splendid ass of hers. She'd even finished off the ensemble with a pair of red stiletto heels that did wonders to her ass as she walked back towards the couch.

The ensemble served no other purpose than to invite his gaze and be removed if he so wished. It wasn't clothing. It wasn't underwear. It was wrapping on a toy.

"When does your mom get off work?" he asked, finally, after his brain registered that not only could he

look

at this vision of sex, but he could

do

things to it.

"Two o'clock. She had the early shift this morning, so she had to be in at six o'clock. Since it's Sunday and all. Lots of churches have orders they need ready for morning services, so she has to be in way early for it. Though she might get out later than two. Sometimes she works late to-"

Conner had already done the math. "That gives us three hours and thirty-eight minutes. I don't want my cock to be dry for that entire time, OK?"

Hailey giggled. "You have such a one-track mind, Conner."

"I come in and find my little slut looking like

that

and she wonders why I don't wanna sit down and do a jigsaw puzzle," Conner said with a grin, hastily stripping off his clothes.

"Aw, but I was just gonna show you how well I can fit your piece into my slot." Hailey rolled onto her back and threw one leg over the back of the sofa, thus confirming that not only was her thong scant, it was crotchless as well.

Conner had learned several things about their sexual preferences in the past two weeks. Regarding Hailey, it was largely information he used to enhance his own pleasure, but it wasn't entirely selfish. How hard to pinch, where to suck to make her moan louder, the number of fingers she liked and the number that was too much.

For himself, Conner had learned that he narrowly preferred her pussy to her mouth, but suspected improved technique could tip the scales. He'd learned that when she sat on his lap and rode him, he preferred her back to him rather than her front, so he could use her tits as handles. That dirty talk was a good way to shorten his refractory time.

That he had no interest in her outside of sex. A fact that every single lull in their sweaty noon-time fuck-fest only served to reinforce.

It was kind of a relief, really. He'd been quietly kicking himself before this all started, thinking himself shallow for rejecting Hailey solely for her appearance. But it wasn't that. Or rather, now that he'd accepted her solely for her body, it wasn't

only

that. The more she chattered at him between rounds of wet torrid fucking, the more he realized he simply didn't find her engaging. They didn't have common interests. They didn't share hobbies. Their friend circles didn't overlap (to the extent that Hailey had a friend circle). She objectively talked too much and most often about things no one could possibly find interesting.

He forced himself to smile at a story about how her aunt had hand-stitched the Raggedy Ann doll on the end table for her as an infant, then gagged her with his cock the moment she paused for air.

Was it wrong, then, to string her along? Conner pondered as he leaned his head back and let Hailey practice her titty-fuck. (It wasn't as pleasurable as the rest, but she insisted she wanted to get good at it, and it was a heady experience to watch that bitch Hayleigh McKnight's face monitoring him for pleasure while she denied her own.) He definitely didn't want to be a couple, to go public with her. Not only was there the social factor - regardless of how hot his redheaded goddess had become, nobody else saw anything but Hefty Hailey McManus - but there was also Heather. He couldn't pursue his dream girl if he was in a relationship, and Heather was the sort of girl who would definitely honor such a thing.

So what did he do? He ran through the options as she sucked one ball into her mouth, then the other, then back to the shaft with a lusty moan. He could keep it to himself, fool around with her on the side. Hailey had painfully low self-esteem; she'd probably let him get away with it.

Of course, if he got caught - or if his conscience caught up with him - it would ruin everything. So he could break it off with Hailey. The thought was uncomfortable; she was unlikely to take it well. Still, even if the truth that he was into someone else was too much for her, he could always come up with something. Owen would help him make up an excuse. His friend was good for that much, at least.

And maybe he could use the visit as an excuse to ogle Angelica while she pleaded her heart out to be allowed to give him lap dances in exchange for the privilege of sucking his dick.

The longer Conner thought it through, with Hailey bobbing on his cock with a fervor, the more he was simply trying to talk himself out of doing something like Owen had done to Angelica. Hailey was a font of self-effacing dirty talk, and he had no doubt he could hook her with any number of offhand comments. He remembered her saying she'd do any sexual thing he wanted. That alone would probably be enough, if the simple words that had sealed Angelica's fate was any measure.

"Tell me you'll fuck me any way, any time I want," Conner said suddenly.

Hailey stopped her blowjob with a long, slow withdrawal, a strand of drool trailing from her lips to his dick until it broke and landed on her scantily covered breasts. She pressed herself up against him as she dragged her body up to straddle his lap, easing herself down onto his cock inch by tight, wet inch.

"I'll fuck you." She pressed his hands to her tits, keeping him there until he was fondling in earnest.

"Any way." She gyrated her hips once, then pressed herself down to the base. He was in her as fully as could be.

"Any time." Her pussy seemed to grip his cock, rippling up and down his length.

"You want." She fucked him. Exactly the way he wanted.

It was gray and overcast when Conner left at 2:05; he passed Hailey's mother on the road. She didn't notice him, he was pretty sure. Hailey had asked Conner - veritably begged him - to stay for a while and hang out, but once her clothes were back on, he remembered his disinterest and made up an excuse. He steered the car home, but when it arrived, he couldn't make himself go in. His stepdad was home, totally unaware that his only daughter was presently across the street slobbering on his stepson's ginger friend's cock, helplessly addicted to it. Enslaved by it. By TIOS.

Conner couldn't make himself grapple with the question of whether it had really been done by him.

He closed his eyes, and images of Hailey - Hayleigh - begging to be allowed to service his cock flooded his imagination. His stepsister made several appearances as well, and then the floodgates opened and any girl and woman he'd ever taken notice paraded through. Three hours spent in nonstop sex and he still couldn't stop thinking about it. Except he couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to, because his family computer didn't have a copy of TIOS installed. Only the ones at school did. Except...

As editor-in-chief of the yearbook, he had keys that could get him into the journalism classroom, where they were stored.

It would be simplicity itself. A couple logins, a few clicks and a few dozen strokes of the keys, and he could have Hayleigh McKnight's body to use as his cock's playground whenever he wanted. No more walking the line between girlfriend and hookup. No more nervousness that she'd abandon him if she figured it out, or that she might decide she didn't like his authoritative style. He could pursue Heather and, if he ever got bored (or horny), could snap his fingers and have Hailey there to take care of him.

Literally, he realized. He could train Hailey to suck his cock with a snap of the fingers.

He started his car, and with some luck, managed to keep such thoughts muted enough that he didn't crash on the way. The Northside High School lot always had a few cars in it - they never seemed to leave, probably abandoned and never towed away - but it was mostly vacant. Conner parked near the English section entrance and keyed his way in. There were gates up at various points around school to keep him from roaming far, but he could make it to Miss C's room unimpeded. A second key for the classroom, and he was in. He made a beeline for the computer lab and the first station inside the door. The office on the opposite of the room was usually where he worked, but the lab was closer. He was already tired of waiting.

The dated computer in the yearbook computer lab never loaded so slowly as it did that afternoon. Conner found himself drumming his fingers, fiddling with his hair, mentally ordering the thing to load faster. Finally the soft blue light from the default background was glowing in the room. He double-clicked the TIOS icon and entered his editor-in-chief login. The moment it loaded, he guided it to Hailey McManus's page, a thumbnail of her falsified portrait in the top right corner.

There was nothing written here. It was as if she were a blank slate, his to write on whatever he wanted. He had dozens of options of what to type compiled over two weeks of clandestine, filthy-mouthed fuck-fests. It was the one thing about the original Hailey that genuinely impressed him - her capacity to keep a steady stream of tawdry vulgarity going. She was impressive in that regard.

Your little butt slut always enjoys your touch.

Everything you do just feels so darn good.

I never want you to stop.

Your cock is like crack to me, Conner.

And so on. He could write them all, of course. But frankly, he worried that he might scramble her brain with all that. Heck, TIOS might digitally (magically?) lobotomize her. He'd read enough science fiction to have some slight inclination towards moderation. And really, there was only one thing he wanted from Hailey, and she'd made it painfully easy on him. With trembling fingers, he typed the words into the window.

"I'll fuck you any way, any time you want."

He entered the date, and tried to edit his name in, but it autocorrected to the real version. Like it had in other spreads he'd tinkered with, it seemed to intuit pronoun references.

Conner moved the mouse to the Save icon on the top bar. One click, and she was his. One of the hottest girls in school - one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen - would become his sex slave.

And one of the most pathetic girls in school would, basically, cease to be. At least, cease to be what she was. A shy, pudgy, loquacious and ultimately forgettable girl who had the misfortune to be smitten with someone who simply wasn't interested. One click, and his interest would become very real.

One click.

"Conner? Is that you in there?" came a sudden voice. Conner nearly jumped out of his skin, then craned his neck to peer out the entryway into the computer lab. The voice was suddenly joined by a silhouette in the doorway of the classroom, as black as the rest of the room against the thin shaft of fading daylight coming in through the hallway.

"Miss C?" he said, placing the voice as his teacher.

With the light of the screen in his eyes, he could only tell she was approaching by her footsteps. "What the heck are you doing here on a Sunday afternoon? Does some awful teacher have you in here doing her bidding? Tell me her name and she's a dead woman."

His heart had been pounding even before her arrival had scared the crap out of him. Conner hoped his smile passed for normal. "I'd write her name down for you, but honestly, it's too hard to spell."

"Hardy har," she said, grinning. "Seriously though, what're you doing here? One of those urgent breaking yearbook spreads like you read about on the googlebook?"

The screen served as a barrier between them, letting one side see and be seen, while the other dwelled in darkness. With the light in his face, he still couldn't see more than the shape of her. "Just, um... say, what're

you

doing here on a Sunday?" he deflected.