After my small reprimand for being home during school, we all ate the relatively small lunch that mom made--having prepared for only four people. I showered before going back to school. I'd accumulated a lot of sweat and cum since that morning and needed to take care of that.
Kristy had marked off Joey from my biology class as a suspect while I had my surprise fuck session with Mr. Voltrappe. She said she could barely get interested enough to give him a hand job his cock was so tiny. Her next suspect was Roger.
"I still feel bad about you doing all of this for me," I tell Kristy during choir. "I know you said you've been feeling frisky lately, but isn't this too much?"
Kristy snorts a laugh. "Can you really be asking me that? This isn't that different from what you've been doing with your fuck buddies. I'm just not going to keep these guys as regulars like you do."
I sigh and nod, relenting that I might be acting a bit judgmental and hypocritical. "Okay. Just be careful. I don't want you getting caught and being thought of worse than Andria."
We both shudder and Kristy nods. "Good point. I'll be sure to be careful."
Class ends and Kristy goes off to pounce on Roger. I head off to my car to wait for Lena, but am pulled into the janitor's closet. I yelp at the sudden grab and change of scenery and look to see Serena.
Immediately, I think of everything I've seen of her and what she's done with me, and clamp my legs together to keep from getting unreasonably turned on again. It doesn't help that Serena stands so close and even rubs her hands lightly along my sides.
"Don't say anything," she says, her hands working their way along my body. I unintentionally do as she commands, too distracted by her hands just missing my tits. "I have one more thing to tell you."
I wait for her to tell me, but Serena seems preoccupied with my body. She leans into me, pushing me against the shelf of cleaning supplies, and works her mouth on my neck. I don't know why, but I move my head to give her better access, breathing hard.
Serena's mouth lightly sucks my neck and jaw, her breaths hot against my skin. When she reaches my ear, she seems to remember that she had something to tell me. Still, she stays nibbling on my earlobe while she whispers to me, making me shiver with the sensations.
"Fuck whoever you want, without fear of the consequences."
I want to ask her what she means by that, but Serena finally grabs my tits, making me moan against her mouth as she kisses me. She pulls away too soon, but all I can do is stand there, staring at her.
"You won't remember what I said," she says, confusing me as she moves towards the door. "But don't expect me to leave you alone any longer."
As Serena leaves the janitor's closet, I shake myself. Why does she keep attacking me like this? And why do I keep getting so turned on by her?
Straightening my clothes and pulling myself together, I go to my car. Lena is waiting for me for once, thanks to Serena's interference. I drive home and have a normal evening. Kristy texts that Roger isn't the rapist, but she got so turned on by his cock that she fucked him after giving the blowjob. Kristy's next target from the list is Phil.
And, of course, I don't think about Serena at all.
***
That night, Chris comes home.
Oh, yeah. I do have one more brother. He's older than me and in college, but none of us really talk about him. We never see or hear from him unless it's a holiday. Chris and I used to be really close too. I always told him everything--only leaving out my fuck buddies because he believed me to be an innocent flower--and he's the main reason I was actually able to become the person I am today. I never had any money until I was fifteen, so Chris came with me to buy any clothes, makeup, or hair products I wanted to help me have more confidence in myself.
Chris is now nineteen, as of two weeks ago, and could be my twin if he wasn't older than me. He has the same auburn hair, porcelain skin with freckles, and icy blue eyes as me. He's lanky, but muscular from all the sports he used to play in high school, and is very into swimming. He actually got into college with a swimming scholarship--not that he needed one because our family is so well off. Chris also likes music and was in a band for all of high school. They were really good too. Chris played the drums and sang, basically the star of the band.
Now that Chris is in college, I don't know what he's into. Like I said, he only talks to us during holidays so it's hard to really know what he's been up to. But he did go to the same college as some of his friends from school. The bassist from his band and a few people from all the sports he's been involved in. The college is actually not far away--another reason why it's so strange he never talks with or visits us--a community college from a few cities over. I sometimes think the real reason he stays away is because of our parents. They've never actually been terrible parents, but Chris always hated how they'd pretend to be the perfect family whenever the public was involved. I guess it was a part of being wealthy. Whatever the reason, I've never really forgiven him for abandoning me so abruptly. Which is why I haven't even thought of him until now.
Now, all of a sudden, Chris comes barging in as if he'd never left.
"I'm home," his voice calls through the quiet house. We've already finished dinner, so we're all in our respective rooms. Immediately, I hear a stampede of feet as all of my younger siblings rush to greet him. Sighing, I put down my phone and walk to the banister outside my bedroom door to look down at the scene.
Chris is smiling and hugging each of our siblings, waving to mom in her wheelchair just outside of the chaos. Barry and Anie seem to be the most excited to see him, their voices rising over the others to ask all sorts of hurried questions.
My older brother laughs. "Calm down, everyone! Let me get inside and I'll talk to you comfortably."
As they all rush again to get to the living room so that they can sit and talk, Chris looks up and sees me. He waves, but his smile fades when he sees my cold expression. He looks like he's about to come up and confront me when Anie sprints back to him and pulls him the rest of the way to the living room. It seems like Chris contemplates shaking her off, but he thinks better of it and follows after her.
Good. Now that I know Chris will be held up for the next hour at least, I go back to my room. It's already late and I have swim practice in the morning, so I get ready for bed.
I'm about to get in bed thirty minutes later when I remember I left my bag downstairs. I'll need it for getting ready in the morning so, even though I don't want to run into anyone after Chris's arrival, I head down to get it. Thankfully, the house is quiet. The only sound is the shower from the hall bathroom.
Quickly, I go and grab my bag and head back up. But I stop suddenly at what I see. The door to the bathroom is cracked open. I didn't see it before because of the direction I came from. And I can very clearly see a naked Chris showering inside.
But seeing a naked man is nothing new to me. What makes me stop and stare is the size of Chris's cock and that he's masturbating. He's the length of Mr. Voltrappe and the width of Mr. Broker.
Before I can stop to think, I'm through the door and closing it softly behind me.
Chris doesn't notice me. His eyes are closed, and he seems to be focusing solely on his cock.
Why did Chris leave the door open? He's usually very strict about his privacy. Has he gotten looser in college?
"Brielle..."
I startle at my name and look away from his cock. But Chris's eyes are still closed.
