Disclaimer: This series deals with themes of cheating and dubious consent.
I hope you enjoy it, and feedback is always appreciated.
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It was during the car ride home that Olivia began to truly process what had happened. Her mind was juggling so many troubling thoughts, and trying to follow one thread was dizzying. She studied Daniel beside her, who appeared to be none the wiser, driving them through the night with a normal air of casualness. After doing her best to wash all of Matt's DNA off of her, she'd returned downstairs to find her boyfriend waiting for her in the kitchen. Her pale complexion and disturbed disposition were immediately apparent to him, but easily explained away by the stomach bug she had invented. The fact that she'd lied was tearing her up inside, but it felt like the only reasonable choice in the spur of the moment. She hadn't had time to think everything through yet. There was too much at stake, and too many factors at play.
"You feeling any better?" Daniel asked her.
"Mhm, better now, thanks," she replied, resentful that she had to keep up the act.
"I wonder what it was... I think we all ate the same things, right? Hopefully I'm not about to get messed up too..."
"Yeah, I dunno... Everyone's system works differently..." She wished he would drop the topic, but reminded herself that it was her fault to begin with and she deserved every bit of discomfort.
"So besides the indigestion, did you have a good time?"
"I did," she answered, forcing herself to perk up a bit. It was true that for the most part, it had been an enjoyable day by the pool. And she was happy that there hadn't been a dramatic blow up between the two brothers, especially after Daniel's terrible reaction to some of the things Matt had said about him to her in the recent past. If only she could forget the end of the night, all of those positives wouldn't be so overshadowed.
"Matt is obviously into you, I hope you know that," Daniel warned.
Olivia's heart skipped a beat. The conversation was going in a dangerous direction. "He seems to have a little crush or something. Nothing I can't handle," she said nervously.
"He's basically a damn incel. He's probably like that around any girl his age. Anyway, I reminded him today that you're mine, so he'd better remember that. You'd tell me the second he tried something out of line, right?"
The question hung in the air heavily like a cloud of smoke threatening to suffocate her. This was a chance to come clean, but was that the right move? She needed more time to process. Her gut told her to just admit what happened and deal with the consequences, but she was afraid. She had, after all, been the one sneaking around and spying on him first. Even if it was an accident, it did not look good. There was also the fact that instead of calling Daniel immediately after being discovered, she'd caved and let his brother grope and violate her while she secretly soaked her bikini with arousal. It was too shameful to admit, and before succumbing to an all-out panic attack, she took the path of least resistance. At least for now. "Yeah, of course."
The half second of silence after the untruthful words left her lips was too long, and she steered the conversation. "So your dad seemed really nice. You made it sound like he was gonna be a reclusive weirdo or something."
"Uh, yeah he was definitely putting on an act. I mean he's okay, don't get me wrong, but that
wholesome father
character isn't around all the time." Daniel continued commenting on the nuances of the day's interactions, Olivia's ability to focus wavering as she absent-mindedly watched the street lights zoom past them.
The traumatic encounter in Matt's bedroom kept forcing itself to the forefront of her thoughts. It was almost as if she could still feel his warm, sticky load on her skin; and the way it clung to her, gravity slowly spreading it further down her body like she was a melting candle stick. Her pussy had been aching for attention most of the day, and the slickness returned as she recalled her tutee's monstrous cock spasming and painting her exposed flesh with layer after layer. Olivia squirmed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the burning need, but it only made her want more. She thought to ask Daniel to join her for the night so she could get the fucking she so desperately needed, but that would seem uncharacteristic of someone with a recent stomach ache. She also felt the need to be alone after everything that had happened.
The car came to a stop in front of her apartment, and Olivia pecked her boyfriend goodbye, thanking him for the fun day and ride home. The minute she was back inside the safety of her private space, she shed off her sundress and began removing her bikini. She'd hurriedly soaked the bottoms with sink water, but they were mostly dry again, and the creamy discoloration had reappeared, evidence of the foreign substance that had soiled the tiny patch of fabric less than an hour prior. The insides were still slimy with her own fluids, however, and she watched a strand of lubricant stretch thin as she pulled them down her legs. The taut skin of her belly was still slightly sticky to the touch, and she reeled at the thought that she probably smelled of Matt's semen.
Olivia twisted the squeaky knob of her shower, catching a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror while she waited for the water to heat up.
So this is what all those guys are dying to get their hands on?
It was still difficult for her to judge herself fairly, but she was beginning to perceive what others saw, her gaze tracing the delicate womanly curves. Objectively she had all the makings of what society would deem an attractive woman, maybe even exceptionally attractive. She thought about how she'd repeatedly caught all three of the Taylor men feasting their eyes on her, and realized that her good looks were beginning to get her into trouble. She gently squeezed her breasts, the same ones that Matt had been obsessively caressing while he jerked off on her. Why did it have to be such a turn on to witness the thrill he had at the opportunity to touch her? Her sex drooled for attention and her hand slid down towards it, passing over the clammy patch of skin that had been marked during the taboo run-in.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Olivia couldn't hold back any longer. She impulsively shut the valve off and jumped into bed, finally giving her pussy the service it had been waiting for. She rationalized that it would be impossible to enjoy the shower in peace until the nagging hunger was dealt with. Her unclean body writhed on the sheets as she rubbed her clit through several back to back orgasms, unable to think of anything other than how fucking hot it made her to have been defiled against her will. It was undoubtedly an unhealthy reaction to being splattered in her boyfriend's brother's ejaculate, but the compulsion to quell the twisted horny feelings it brought on was too strong to resist.
The following day was reserved for catching up on her schoolwork, but Olivia was unable to deny herself frequent "De-stress" breaks throughout the hours of focused effort. As she filled her brain with complex Math and Physics concepts, an itch would grow inside of her until she'd inevitably lose control of her willpower, her fingers tending to her corporal urges as if they had a mind of their own. The reward for giving in was blissful pleasure, but it never lasted long enough. The remorse that followed stung, but the pain was always numbed again as the carnal desire returned with a vengeance.
Each time she caved, she'd promise herself that it was the last time she would succumb to the lust, only to fail an hour or so later. There was something about the recent events with Matt and her newfound curiosity with porn that made masturbating so much more thrilling and enjoyable; a new addiction that kept her coming back for more. She also couldn't help but seek out videos that were comparable to what he'd done to her, surprised to find that the amount of ejaculate the boy had shot at her seemed to be within the topmost percentile of what was possible. It was all very confusing as she wasn't physically attracted to him, yet there was something about the increasingly devious nature of their relationship that was getting her juices flowing. The dirty secrets were broiling inside of her, and the only way to manage the scorching heat was to indulge and harness them for sexual gratification, at least for now. The cycle of unbound horniness and trailing shame repeated itself over and over as the insatiable student spent the entirety of the quiet Sunday isolated in her room, too occupied to dwell on the troublesome anticipation of tomorrow.
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With her morning classes out of the way, the looming appointment with her boyfriend's problematic little sibling could not be ignored any longer, and Olivia was faced to confront it. She considered cancelling the session altogether, but forced herself into her car anyway, knowing she couldn't hide from the predicament. On the road, the anxious girlfriend tried to calm herself with reassuring words that she hardly believed. "It's gonna be fine... It was a weird, one time fuck up. We can move on like nothing happened."
What are the odds Matt actually allows everything to go back to normal? Maybe he got it out of his system, and now we can double down on his studies and self-improvement.
As she pulled up to the Taylor residence, her mind was swimming with wishful ideas on how they might be able to resume a healthy dynamic and put the indecent encounter far behind them.
After pressing the doorbell and fidgeting nervously on the front step for a while, Mrs. Taylor finally welcomed her in, looking a bit warmer and more relaxed than usual. "Hi, Olivia!" The woman gave her a half-hug and a wide smile.
