I would like to thank everyone for the positive feedback from my first submission. This is the second part of Audrey's story, and I highly recommend you start the story at the beginning. As noted before, there are strong elements of incest, non-consent, and exhibitionism. This entry in particular has all of those things and more. Thanks for reading!
--thatoneguy88
The next day, Audrey woke up feeling hungover, and the fact that she was nude reminded her of the terrible events from the previous night. She wished that she could just stay in bed forever or simply forget everything that had happened, but neither of the wishes was realistic. At that moment, she swore to herself that she would never drink alcohol again, but that vow would do nothing to change the dread she felt at the thought of facing her brother, Garrett, again.
Still feeling gross, she put on a pair of her "period" panties and an old, long t-shirt before making her way to the basement bathroom. Thinking about the panties, Audrey panicked for a moment, afraid that she might get pregnant from the sperm she had thrust into her own body. What would she do then? Have Garrett's baby? He had never really even consented, she realized. He had even tried not to cum in her mouth. It was nobody's fault but her own.
Once Audrey was in the bathroom, she saw herself in the mirror and noticed that some of her hair had stiffened from the dried cum. She started crying again, and kept sobbing as she peed and showered. She washed her hair and pussy three times each. She didn't know much about sperm, other than that it could make her pregnant, but she silently prayed that if she just washed enough she wouldn't have an unwelcome baby. She even shoved two soapy fingers up her hole, hoping that would help.
When she got out of the shower, she also brushed her teeth twice, even though she understood that in reality she had swallowed every drop of cum that she'd licked off her hand. What else could she do? Finally, she was as clean as she was going to get. When she was done, she went back to her room and changed clothes once more, putting on a fresh pair of panties, blue jeans, and a "ninja" t-shirt for the band Die Antwoord. Her belly was rumbling, but she ignored it and lay there wishing she could just die for nearly two hours.
Eventually, there was a knock on her door. At first she felt her pulse quicken, thinking it might be Garrett, and she cautiously asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, sweetheart," answered Paul, "I just wanted to come check on you. It's noon, after all."
Relieved, she said, "Oh, hey daddy. Just a second."
She got up and opened the door, smiling the best she could manage for him, and said, "I'm okay, I'm just really hungry."
"No surprise there," he said as he smiled softly back at her. "According to Garrett, you puked up every bite of supper last night. A little girl like you, well, you'll have to be more careful when you drink."
"Oh, trust me," she said in a serious tone, "I'm never drinking again!"
"Ha!" Paul laughed, "I've told myself the same thing a hundred times. How about we go get you a burger somewhere?"
"What about. . ." she paused, wishing she didn't feel ashamed to ask, "What about Garrett?"
"Oh," her father replied, "He went back to his apartment earlier today, said he needed to work on enrolling for his senior college classes. School starts a little earlier for him. Speaking of which, your last year of high school starts in a few weeks! Go ahead and keep my credit card for now. You can take Beastly out sometime later and get some new clothes and supplies."
Audrey responded by giving her dad a big, heartfelt hug and saying, "Thanks, daddy!"
* * *
As the last few weeks of summer break passed, things were more or less normal at first. Garrett had not come back to visit, and likewise the siblings had not spoken to each other at all. Audrey decided it was best that way. Maybe, she thought, if enough time passed they could both get over their strange sexual encounter and everything would be fine again.
With each passing day, however, she started feeling that same strange thirst once more, the hunger that, deep down, she knew could only be quenched with cum. Initially, she tried to distract herself by playing guitar and exploring her new town. Then, however, the dreams began.
They came every night, and they were always sex dreams. Sometimes she would be in a room full of strangers, and they would all take turns fucking her. Other times it was her previous boyfriends stripping her down and pounding her. The worst ones, though, were the ones where she fucked Garrett or her dad. Each time, she would wake up sweating, feeling so hot that she had to strip off all of her clothes and blankets just to cool down. Frequently, she would stay up and masturbate, sometimes for hours at a time, but for some reason she simply could not get off.
Over the days, her desire grew more intense until sex filled her thoughts almost constantly. The long nighttime hours she spent masturbating without release were starting to take a toll on her, as it was becoming more difficult to simply even sleep. More than once, she caught herself staring at her own father's crotch around the house, and she finally decided that she had to do something. That was when she got the idea to take a naked walk through the neighborhood.
She did it three days before school started. At that point, Audrey had already started sleeping naked, which helped keep her cool at night and also provided easy access for her nightly masturbation sessions. That Friday night she woke up like always, but instead of masturbating in her bed, she suddenly wondered what it would be like to expose herself in the open. Somehow, her life-long fear of being seen naked had become the the very thing she desired the most. In an instant, her sex-crazed mind was racing with the possibilities:
Somebody will see me. Maybe it will be a car full of guys, or just a boy looking out of his bedroom window tonight. I'm going to fuck whoever it is. I'm gonna be naked, and I'm going to have sex. Tonight. I'll do it this time.
Her heart pounding, Audrey thought about how Garrett had commented on her bush. If men liked girls to shave, then that was what she would do. Thus, she went into the bathroom, and after several careful minutes with a razor, she was bald like she had been when she was younger. With that done, she left the house through the basement door, opened the wooden gate that enclosed the swimming pool, and stepped into the yard without a stitch of clothing for cover.
The eighteen year old virgin was both terrified and exhilarated as she walked nude through her yard. Part of her was hoping desperately that someone would catch her, bend her over, and fuck her brains out. Another, smaller part of her wanted to turn back and hide in the safety of the house. In the end lust won. Audrey walked through the darkened yard and crossed the street, coming to a street light in front of one of her neighbor's houses. She sat down in the light, where anyone who happened to look out a window or drive by would clearly see her in all her glory. For nearly an hour she sat there, masturbating furiously, and finally she saw headlights coming up the street. Suddenly she felt anxious, as her fantasy was quickly becoming an unavoidable reality. Instead of trying to run, however, she positioned her legs so the person in the car would have a clear view of what she was doing.
Then the car came to a stop and both the driver and passenger side doors opened. Two girls Audrey's age stepped out, staggering drunkenly as they did so. The driver had long, jet black hair with large breasts that were barely concealed by a skimpy blue bikini. She was tall and tan, with the kind of hourglass body that made other girls envious. Likewise, the girl who stepped out from the passenger seat was equally beautiful, although in a different way. She was slightly shorter than the raven-haired girl, with smaller breasts, and she was a brunette with straight hair that capered down to her chin.
"What the fuck?!" the brunette said, laughing, "D'you see this shit Ember?"
"Yeah," answered the black-haired girl, whose name was apparently Ember, as she staggered slightly, "that's some real slutty shit!"
"I mean, goddamn," said the brunette, "this bitch has no shame!"
In truth, Audrey was ashamed, and her heart was threatening to pound out of her chest. Like it had been with Garrett, however, she was overcome with such intense lust that there was no turning back. She was disappointed that the people in the car had turned out to be girls, but at least someone was watching her. As she slid two fingers in and out of her wet hole, she thought she might finally be able to cum, especially when the brunette pulled out her cell phone. The flash came on, and the phone sounded off a little ding, which almost sent Audrey over the edge.
"God, look at this fuckin' slut," slurred the brunette, laughing between words, "I'm recording a video of her out here in the middle of the goddamn street just jillin' like her life depends on it! This shit is totally going on the internet!"
"What's your name, blondie?" asked Ember.
"A-Audrey," she replied with two fingers buried inside her tunnel, "My name's Audrey. I. . .I just need cum."
"Yeah," said Ember, also laughing, "that's pretty fuckin' obvious, but I've never seen you out here on my street before."
"I-I'm from. . .Indiana," Audrey tried to explain, even though it was hard to concentrate on anything but her pussy, "b-but I live here now."
"Well fuck me," exclaimed the brunette, "that must be where sluts come from these days."
Ember walked closer to Audrey and asked, "So, what? You live on my street? Where?"
"J-just oh-over there," Audrey moaned a little, unsure why she was telling these girls any personal and potentially incriminating information at all.
