The Adventures of Derek and Amy, Ch. 2
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The ride home from the airport was surreal, with an awkward silence. Derek definitely couldn't say or do anything - he had to act normal. Amy sat up front and wasn't talking either - that was normal too.
But what wasn't normal was what they had done on that long flight home.
Amy manipulated her brother into breaking it off with her nemesis, Becca. He thought it was all over some guy - but whatever reason, it was her request not his.
Amy let him feel her up to encourage a 'change of plans' prior to the party that night. But he also had to break things off with Becca totally - before they landed - she simply wouldn't take no for an answer.
That urgency drove up the price: she had to suck him off. Desperate, she had acquiesced. With her head in his lap, Amy delivered. And in the heat of the action, he fingered his sister, getting her off too.
Later, Amy found out he already broke it off with Becca the night before. Same result, but she was mad. They talked about doing things willingly, without manipulation, just being in it for each other.
They had teased and flirted for years, but never did anything. Going for broke, Derek laid everything on the line. He wanted her sexually and would please her every time they were together.
After much deliberation, Amy met him in the lavatory to join the mile high club. He ate her out, then fucked her standing up in the airplane bathroom. He got her off again for good measure.
The flight attendants knew - they had been in there some time and had made too much noise. Although there was a complaint, they were consenting adults and the flight was not disrupted all that much.
They were escorted to their seats just before landing. Derek thought they had survived all that without any serious repercussion or consequence.
Until they got home that is.
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"OK you two," their mom Claire barked. "Living room. Now!"
"Why, what is it," Amy asked, sounding all innocent as they sat. Derek had a bad feeling about this, it wasn't likely to be coincidence.
At first their mom wasn't looking at them while she paced. Her face was red, she was worked up. This was not going to be good.
"As we disembarked," she was furious... "The stewardess told me of a commotion at the back of the plane. Apparently, two young adults had sex in the bathroom! And since they saw you sitting with me," she looked squarely at Amy, "they know you're my daughter."
"Mom, I can explain," Amy started but was cut off.
"But wait, that's not the best part! The guy they say you joined the mile-high club with, who had been sitting at the back of the plane, was you!" Now she focused her medusa gaze on Derek. "They think you're her... her... her boy-toy!"
"Mom, wait," Derek tried to interject.
"Apparently another passenger also saw you two exiting the bathroom and snapped a picture."
What
? They looked at each other, surprised - which in itself might not have been the best move.
"Oh, good lord," their mom had noticed that. Claire covered her face in her hands and screamed. After a moment she looked up, trying to compose herself.
"Look, you guys know I'm on TV. This might go viral. I might not have a job by Monday." She was furious, pacing and putting her hand on her head as she tried to figure out what to do, what to say next.
Then she took two deep breaths, spread out her arms to calm herself and sat down across from them.
"OK, out with it. Damage control. I can't fix it unless I know what the problem is." When she commanded a room, she would not be denied. She would get the answers, one way or the other.
Amy was about to talk, and Derek wasn't sure what she was going to say.
"Mom, it was me," he said cutting her off. "Amy had nothing to do with it."
"What?" both Amy and mom asked nearly in unison.
"I was, um, masturbating," he stammered, "in the bathroom."
"Uh-huh," their mom said, not sure if she believed him. "The complaint said that they heard two voices, a man and a woman, engaged in sexual intercourse." She looked over at Amy. "Apparently, the woman was enjoying it very much, and was telling him so - quite loudly... using many naughty words!"
"I was streaming porn," Derek held up his phone as if that proved anything. "Guess I should have used headphones." He looked away, sheepishly, as if embarrassed. Well, he was - but not for that reason.
"And what of you two coming out of the bathroom," Claire asked, "together?"
"Amy must have seen the flight attendant coming," He looked over at his sister - she was looking back at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "So, she came to warn me. She helped me um, get presentable," he added, knowing their mom liked that - appearances were important.
"Really?" Their mom said in disbelief. But she was caught in an awkward spot, torn between not being sure if she really believed his story and wanting to believe something that was less traumatic, less scandalous than what she feared.
"Other than hearing my porn," Derek said to confirm, "the other passenger only saw us being escorted back to our seats. Nothing more."
Claire thought about this in quiet contemplation for a minute. That minute seemed like an hour, as they waited for her to respond.
"Derek," she looked at him sternly. "I've told you before about watching too much of that smut."
"Mom, I'm not 13!" He complained, "This is a free country."
"What you do in the privacy of your own bedroom is your business," she agreed. "But out in public, which includes being on an airplane - that is not acceptable behavior."
Derek looked at her upset. This had been a long running battle. But then he realized if she knew the half of it...
"You're grounded," she handed out the punishment. "For a month. As in, 30 days," she said to clarify.
"Grounded? I'm 22!" Derek held out his hands and shrugged his shoulders - in disbelief. Amy was quiet, trying not to take any heat. Derek couldn't blame her.
"And acting like a fool if you ask me!" She clapped back just as quickly. "Do you pay rent? Do you even have a job?"
"Well, no, I'm still in college."
"I on the other hand, have a job - that pays for this house, your car, food and clothes, trips we all take..." She was driving home her point. "Look, a job in TV is as much about appearance as anything." She looked around the room then back at them, at him. "Anything that jeopardizes that, puts as all at risk."
Derek nodded and looked down. He was humbly aware he shouldn't speak at this point.
"Grounded means:" Claire enumerated with her fingers. "No parties, no going out, no friends coming over, no online gaming. You will focus on homework and chores - do you understand me?" Medusa herself could not have made a more threatening gaze.
"We're between semesters, so no homework right now."
"No backtalk, mister! Then physical labor as penance so you can think on your decisions and your actions. And if I see you enjoying yourself in any way, I will double the work. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes mom," was all he could muster.
