Tolerance
Chapter 7
It was a four-hour drive back to DJ’s hometown, just far enough to not be expected often but not too terrible to drive once in a while. Brittney had helpfully packed snacks and all the sexiest clothes she could fit in her suitcase. DJ indulgently allowed her to pick the radio station; she indulgently allowed him to treat her like a piece of meat. The new car handled like a dream.
She was a simple creature, he quickly learned, and given his simple interest in her, this was for the best. She was pliability itself. The girl warmed so easily to praise that all he had to do was dole out the occasional compliment and she was smiles and sunshine. Further, and more usefully, she was so utterly biddable—he could only imagine how easy it had been for past boyfriends to get what they wanted from her. And with her dynamite body, it was obvious what they wanted. Only a blind man could sit in a room with her and not be at least distracted, or more likely captivated, by her.
The dirty-blonde girl was driving; he knew it would be too hazardous to have his fun with her while he was trying to control the car, and as amazing as life had become, he had never been more adamant on the point of making sure it didn’t end. Once they hit the interstate he’d tugged her neckline down beneath her tits and started groping and sucking on them to pass the time; the tinted windows helped avoid excess notice. Once he’d finally grown bored of it for the time being (a feat he’d never dreamed possible), he took a nap and enjoyed a dream in which Brittney and Ashley stood in fawning, servile attendance on him, competing to see who could bring him more pleasure, simpering and giggling as he had his way with them…
Presently, DJ was awakened by a couple hard jolts, then the realization the car had stopped. Looking up, he saw they were sitting in his step-mom’s driveway. He could never think of her as his mom; even growing up, she had insisted on being called “Morgan,” never “Mom.” Her step-sister Lauren was no better; three years his junior, she had been trained from the cradle to correct DJ every time he referred to her as “sister” without the “step.” Although three years his junior and born mere months after DJ’s father’s passing, she was nonetheless the product of a different man. (Morgan had sat him down once to have a talk about it; his father had been too infirm to attend to his husbandly duties, she explained, and a woman has needs…)
DJ’s father had been reasonably well-off and left her everything, with the caveat that she was to raise his son in his absence. It kept her and Lauren more than comfortable, and to be fair, had made his own life easy (in terms of finances, at least, which was a pretty important way to have life made easy). Morgan didn’t work, and hadn’t in his lifetime; if she was careful, she wouldn’t have to. Still, she managed to resent that this unwanted relic of a short marriage had been thrust on her for life.
Lauren, however, could resent him not only for that but also on other levels. Not only was her lifestyle made possible by his father, a man she would never meet, but she was also cursed with a step-brother who was a total loser. Morgan and Lauren had gone back to her maiden name of Lazlo, but still teachers and peers inevitably learned that she was DJ Swanson’s little sister. (“Step-sister,” she would correct them.) Her D&D-playing, Latin-club-member step-brother who never even went stag to a dance, much less acquire a date. Lauren herself had inherited her mother’s good looks—though just over 20 years apart, they were often mistaken for sisters. Both had the same naturally curly black hair, high cheekbones and full lips, hourglass figures with D-cup breasts. (DJ knew only because he had to fold their laundry, until Lauren complained—falsely—that she’d caught him smelling her underwear. He’d nonetheless been grounded for a month.) She was sexy and popular and the unfortunate victim of a lame-ass step-relation, which she only barely tolerated and was not at all incentivized to do so by Morgan.
In short, they thought he was a hopeless, annoying loser. With Brittney on his arm, he strode in and prepared to shatter that image.
“Heya, I’m home,” he called. Nobody answered. They dropped off their things in his room—converted to a workout room for the girls only days after he left for college, but they got a cot for him when he was home for breaks. The two searched around the house looking for his step-mom and step-sister, finally noticing the latter out in the backyard by the pool.
Better yet, she had friends over.
Lauren and her friends Jody and Brianne were lying out in swimsuits; they didn’t notice him right away so he took a moment to stare appreciatively. Lauren was as usual showing off what the good Lord had blessed her with, copper skin showing above, below and in-between the pink two-piece. Brianne was on the school’s swim team and had a typical swimmer’s body, lean and flat-chested; still, she had a pretty face framed by a length of curly red hair that he couldn’t imagine how she put into her swim cap, and was at present in a black one-piece that showed off her legs all the way to the hip.
And there was Jody. She was short and just a little chubby, but only in the right places. A cherubic face with pale blonde hair and big blue eyes, big round ass, and enormous fucking tits. They seemed to have their own gravity; eyes were just drawn to them, and had difficulty escaping their pull once drawn in. She was an out-spoken advocate of girl power and showing off her big jugs was just her way of affirming it. DJ had always considered it a chicken-egg phenomenon, wondering if showing off her tits made her feel empowered, or feeling powerful made her show off her tits. Either way, even with the other two beauties beside her—oh yeah, and Brittney just behind him—he only had eyes for Jody, leering long at the way they were crammed into that yellow floral-patterned bikini.
“Come on, Brittney. Let’s introduce you—just go along with whatever I say, OK? And smile, you look great.” And she did. Even in the face of three other hotties in bikinis, the sight of Brittney Jenner in her skin-tight white tank top and khaki short-shorts competed easily for his attention. They stepped outside and the girls looked up as one. First, Lauren looked annoyed; then she took in the co-ed bombshell beside her dweeby step-brother and gaped.
“Hey Lauren, Brianne, Jody. Just got home for break. Morgan around?”
“No, she’s out shopping with some friends. I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow,” she said accusingly.
“Nope, managed to sneak out early. So what’re y’all up to?” Jody frowned at him, an arm shifting to cover her chest as she caught him eyeing it too hard.
“What the fuck does it look like we’re doing, retard,” his step-sister shot back. “And who the hell is this? Did you hire a fucking hooker?!” All three girls glared at Brittney as if affronted that she had the audacity to be hotter than them.
“This is Brittney. Brittney, this is my step-sister Lauren, and her friends Brianne and Jody.” He gestured in turn. “And no, she’s not a hooker. She’s just a friend who’s crashing with me for the week.” She smiled and waved shyly.
“You brought your… girlfriend?” She sounded like she had a hard time ascribing the word to this gorgeous woman. “Morgan is SO not going to be OK with this. You don’t even have room for her on your cot, and no fucking way are we letting some stranger—hooker or not—sleep on the living room couch.”
DJ nodded. “We’re taking the master bedroom. You and Morgan can fight over who gets your bedroom and who gets cot or couch. C’mon babe, let’s go get ourselves set up.” Lauren’s jaw dropped at his glib dismissal as he about-faced and headed back in.
“Your sister’s really pretty,” Brittney said politely as they started unpacking their things. DJ had tossed the contents of Morgan’s drawers out into the hallway until they’d had enough room. She’d nervously said she didn’t need him to do that, but he’d done it anyway.
“Step-sister, actually. And yeah, I suppose she is, though with you around, how could anyone notice.” That seemed to make her happy again.
They were still unpacking when he heard someone coming down the hall behind them; Brianne made her way into the bathroom, and while she was in there, DJ began hatching a plan. He was standing in the bathroom doorway when it opened again; she jumped back, startled.
“Hey, Brianne.”
“Um, hi DJ.” Her eyes darted around as if looking for a way past him.
“That’s a nice swimsuit,” he said, running his fingers along her waist. “You wear this in competition?”
“No. It’s um… well, the cut… you’re not really supposed to show this much.” She blushed. “It’s not against the rules or anything, just not… you know.”
His hands slid down to the uppermost parts of her thigh, left alluringly bare. Her skin was perfectly smooth, slick from suntan lotion she’d applied. “Just embarrassing to be showing off your whole legs, you mean? A little tartish?”
She frowned, first at being touched and then at his choice of word. “What, isn’t that that phone thingy from Dr. Whosywhatsit?”
DJ laughed. “No, Brianne. Hey, come with me. I want to show you something.” He took her ass firmly in his hand; he couldn’t believe how tight it was. When he’d imagined it over the years, he’d always thought it would be soft, like Brittney’s, but it was a finely tuned instrument, the kind of ass that inspired the idea of bouncing quarters off it. She followed him back into Morgan’s bedroom, where Brittney was waiting.
Naked.
Brianne’s initial reaction was shock, but then DJ caught her checking out that flawlessly built body. He had overheard Lauren once talking on the phone to express her shock when Brianne came out to her; she’d hidden it well, and because she didn’t want people to be weirded out in the locker room (evidently, even the girls swim team was still a bunch of jocks), she kept it to herself. Brittney was standing at the foot of the bed in a model’s pose, showing off her every curve one by one.
“So Brianne… you’re still into chicks, right?”
With an effort, she tore her eyes away from Brittney and glanced at him just long enough to respond in a frosty tone. “How did you…! Well, yes, actually. Not that it’s any of your business.”
DJ positioned himself behind her, pulling her barely-covered ass up against his groin with hands firmly on her hips. “So what do you think of Brittney? Pretty fucking hot, right?”
Brittney grinned; she seemed to enjoy being objectified. Brianne was staring right at her as she murmured a soft “yeah.” He let her look for a good while; Brittney cocked her hips from side to side, ran hands along her breasts to shift and shape them pleasingly, spun to thrust out her bare ass, tossed her hair over a shoulder to shoot a smoky look at her admirers. DJ nearly forgot Brianne was there for a moment.
The high schooler finally managed to collect her wits enough to speak again while Brittney was crawling across the bed arching her back and slapping her ass. “So, like… are you guys trying to draw me into a threesome or something?”
“Didn’t even need to use a lifeline on that one,” DJ quipped. “So what do you think?”
Brianne inhaled deeply; obviously this stunning girl before her was affecting her judgment if she was even considering doing something sexual with Lauren’s dorky step-brother. Still, finding girls to play with while you yourself are in the closet, especially as someone too young to hit the bars, was difficult. Besides, she’d hardly ever seen girls as hot as Brittney, gay or straight… when would an offer like this come again?
“If we do this, you can’t stick it in me without a condom. I’m not on the pill, for obvious reasons. And you can’t EVER tell Lauren,” she said, her subconscious guiding her slowly towards the bed. Brittney, who had been promised she would be well rewarded for successful seduction, looked tremendously pleased with herself.
“First off, I’m not using a condom, but I promise I won’t do anything we’ll regret. Second off, I promise I won’t tell Lauren. But before I let you touch Brittney here, you’re going to promise that you’re going to.” He folded his arms across his chest smugly.
“What? No fucking way. She’d freak out if she found out.” Still, she kept eyeing Brittney with interest as the one-time homecoming queen bent down to lick one hard pink nipple.
“Then get the fuck out,” DJ said, opening the door and gesturing invitingly.
“Maybe you should get out, DJ. It’s Brittney, right? I promise you, Brittney, we don’t need him to enjoy ourselves. The male anatomy is highly over-rated.”
Brittney shrugged helplessly. “Sorry. He said I’m only supposed to play with you if he gets to join us.”
DJ watched the internal struggle play out on Brianne’s face. Pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, or take a bunch of shit from her friends? Ultimately, though, Brittney and her mouth and tits and ass and pussy were right here; Jody and Lauren were all the way out by the pool. Proximity decided it.
“Fine, I’ll tell her, you freak,” Brianne said as she climbed into the king size bed.
DJ hurried over and grabbed her by the hips when she was just inches away from putting her lips to Brittney’s. “Now now, Brianne. Let’s show some respect. I expect to hear please’s and thank-you’s. And an apology, first.”
She looked at Brittney’s full pink lips, already parted perfectly for kissing, then sighed in resignation. “Fine, I’m sorry. Now can I, um, kiss her?”
“I didn’t hear a please, Brianne. If I’m going to let you use my things, you have to ask nicely.”
Brianne looked back at him, her lust writ large on that gorgeous face he’d admired so long. “Please, DJ, can I kiss Brittney?”
“You may.”
Minutes passed as he watched the two girls make out. Both were inexperienced with women; Brianne because she’d had so few opportunities, and Brittney because she’d taken so few. DJ never would have known it from the way their mouths went to work, though; Brianne threw her lips into a fierce kiss, years of pent-up lesbian desire whipping her into a frenzy. Brittney was just as eager, sneaking occasional looks to DJ to seek his approval, making sure she was doing as she should be.
Brianne was kissing her way down Brittney’s slender neck towards her breasts when DJ intervened, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her upright. “Hey now, I gave you permission to kiss her, not play with her tits.”
Brianne pouted. “DJ, can I please touch Brittney’s breasts?”
“They’re not breasts, Brianne. A rack like that has earned the term ‘tits.’”
Brianne whimpered with need. “Fine, then can I please touch her… tits.” It was clear the word did not come to her easily.
“How about first you ditch the swimsuit? I’m getting bored back here, after all.”
Brianne immediately agreed, sliding the shoulder straps off and letting the garment’s own elasticity pull it most of the way down for her. Her own breasts were adorable, two half-handfuls with tiny little black nipples in the center, a triangular tan line obvious on each from where she’d tanned in something more revealing sometime in the past. She lowered it down to her knees and then crawled out of it, her tight ass wriggling hypnotically as she did so. She interpreted her submission to his demand to be permission and then lowered her mouth down to Brittney’s rack and started licking in swirls around the nipples, first left, then right.
DJ shed his own clothes as he watched, Brittney passively laying back and letting the eager young lesbian act out every fantasy she’d ever had about sucking on a pair of perfect tits. Brittney slowly grew wet in anticipation of another good fuck—DJ had been one of the most gentle and sweet lovers she’d ever had—as much as from getting her boobs sucked and squeezed. Brianne’s fingers dug in so hard at times that he worried his toy might get bruises from it, but he let her have her fun.
Brianne sat up some minutes later, staring appreciatively at her playmate’s body. “I’ve, ah, never actually, like, gone down on a girl before,” she admitted shyly.
Brittney responded with a reassuring smile. “I’ve never had a girl go down on me either.”
“Have you ever…?” the teen asked.
“Yeah, once. My boyfriend really wanted me to do a threesome with this other girl, so he got me really drunk one night and…” she shrugged. DJ tried once more not to let pity overrule his own intentions towards her.
“Oh. Geez. Well… can I go lick you, Brittney? Please,” she added as an after-thought.
“You have to ask him,” Brittney replied, looking to DJ.
Brianne’s plaintive look turned on him, noting with only slight dislike the sight of his proud erect cock looming towards her. “DJ…? Can I pretty please lick her?”
“I tell you what. You think of three other ways you can talk about the act, and I’ll let you do it.”
Brianne frowned. “Three other…? OK. Can I… perform cunnilingus? On her vagina?”
He made a buzzer sound from a game show. Everyone, including Brianne, looked embarrassed for her sad attempt. “Sorry, try something you didn’t first read about in your sex ed class. And you forgot to ask nicely—don’t be greedy.”
“Can I please, um, eat her pussy?”
DJ joined her on the bed, and gently pushed her back down on all fours, guiding her mouth to a few inches away from Brittney’s slit. Brianne’s breath stirred the heart-shaped patch in front of her face, and she inhaled the girl’s musk deeply through her nose, purring at the scent of a wet pussy so nearly within reach. “That’s one.”
“Can I tongue her clitty?”
He eased her down so her nose was nestled into Brittney’s pubes. “That’s two.”
“Oh God, you smell so fucking good, Brittney…” Brianne moaned in frustration. “Please, DJ, please let me tongue-fuck this bitch’s cunt!”
“Be my guest,” he said, and the words were barely out of DJ’s lips before Brianne’s tongue was sliding into Brittney’s.
He watched with interest for a few moments; Brittney moaned appreciatively but not nearly as loud as she had when he’d fucked her the night before. Probably nervous in a strange house. Still, even as hot as it was, his cock was starting to feel unappreciated. He positioned himself behind Brianne, and felt her tense as the red tip of him teased itself against her nether lips.
She turned her head to the side, pausing only long enough to beg off. “I told you DJ, you can’t fuck me. It’s not safe.”
“I can fuck you if I want,” he said, smacking her butt and enjoying the way it barely quivered. She yelped, but was too eager to get her mouth back on cunt to complain. “But you’re right, nobody wants to see you fat and preggers. Still, I’m going to fuck. The only question is who.”
“So fuck her,” Brianne said, barely missing a beat with her tongue. Brittney brightened at the suggestion; she was being a real sport with Brianne, but it was clear that she preferred dick to chick.
“I would, but you’re sort of in the way,” he said. “So I guess I’ll just…” He re-positioned his cock just a little, placing it right at the entrance to her back door.
Brianne immediately squirmed away from it. “No! You can’t…! Just… shit, why can’t you wait until I’m done and then fuck her?” She looked pained to be interrupted.
“Don’t be selfish. You can keep eating that perfect little puss, Brianne—but you’ll do it while I fuck her.” Brittney slid two fingers into herself like a place holder while they worked out her cunt’s fate. “Or, I can just take that perfect little ass of yours.”
“No!” Brianne insisted. “No, not my ass. OK, just… we’ll do it together. It’ll be… fun,” she said, trying to talk herself into it.
“You’re a good sport, Brianne,” he said, and without wasting another moment he moved Brittney’s hand aside and slid into her. She was good and wet already and he slid in effortlessly. Brittney cooed and made a show of sucking her fingers clean as he started in a soft rhythm, generously making sure Brittney was still enough that her new friend could do her end of things. Brianne timidly crawled around to the side and bent down, her mouth zeroing in on Brittney’s clit.
“Uh uh, Brianne—don’t forget to ask,” he admonished, stopping her by the hair.
“Again? Can-I-please-eat-her-cunt,” she said in a rush, clearly angry at being stopped short and handled so indelicately.
“Tell me you want to lick my cock as I fuck her, Brianne,” he said, thrusting slowly harder in spite of his intentions.
Brianne looked up at him, scowling, but then licked her lips as she eyed her prize. “Fine. I want to lick your cock while you fuck Brittney,” she said icily.
“Try harder,” he grunted.
She took several deep breaths before she committed, then looked up at him with big doe eyes. “Please, DJ, can I eat Brittney’s pussy while you fuck her? She looks so good like that—you’re splitting her wide open… please, can I lick the two of you?”
DJ began hammering into Brittney. “Make me believe it, bitch!” He reached down and slid a couple fingers into Brianne’s sopping wet cunt; she gasped in pleasure, and fell forward on her face as he started finger-fucking her.
“Please! Oh fuck PLEASE let me lick you! Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK! Please just let me eat Brittney out, I’ll lick your cock too, I’ll be such a good cock-licker DJ, just let me, please, I’m begging you to just please let me put my mouth on your cock, let me at that pussy OH FUCK oh PLEASE!” she shrieked.
“Good slut. Get to work,” DJ said, and she leapt to her task.
It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d had a lot of sex in the past week, but Brittney’s tight little pussy was one of the best he’d felt, and having Brianne’s enthusiastic tongue there to lick it with every thrust in and out was the icing on the cake. She was no longer acting at this point, no longer seeming to care what she licked; she was finally eating a girl out, like she’d masturbated to for so many long nights, and she was beyond caring whether or not a fat cock was plugging that girl’s cunt.
It was a Herculean effort that stopped him from cumming in Brittney, or perhaps as satisfyingly, all over Brianne’s face. Still, he made sure Brittney—whose pleasure seemed to be amplified by Brianne’s tongue just as much or more than his own—got a few orgasms in before he could make himself pull out. Brianne dragged out her third orgasm for a good twenty seconds longer before Brittney’s squeals of bliss died down. He leaned down to kiss her, whispering “good girl” into her ear. As ever, she beamed at his kindness.
“Now, Brianne—looks like we still need to take care of the two of us, don’t we,” DJ said, towering over her, still on hands and knees and kissing Brittney’s inner thighs, licking at the juices leaking from her pussy.
“Um, Brittney can take care of us, if that’s cool with her,” she said, eyeing his cock nervously. It was bouncing up and down with his heartbeat. He smiled at how Brianne didn’t even direct the query to the girl, it having been made plain that DJ dictated Brittney’s willingness to participate. And he did just that, ordering Brittney to lay down on her back; she groaned a little at the feeling of closing her legs after having spread them so wide for so long.
“All right, Brianne, now you straddle her face,” he said; this time, she was only too happy to obey. She spread her legs wide enough that at her full height, she could still feel Brittney’s little button nose on her slit. Still, Brittney did nothing. DJ hadn’t said to, and she apparently saw no point to eating pussy unless it was to make him happy.
“Now here’s my offer to you, Brianne. I’ll have Brittney here chow that box of yours to your heart’s content. All you need to do in exchange,” he said, smiling somewhat sinisterly, “is let me fuck your ass.”
“Let you…! No fucking way! C’mon DJ, be reasonable. I bet Brittney would let you—she’s obviously crazy about you. And her butt’s way sexier than mine. No. Please DJ, don’t make me…” She frowned.
“Lick her a little, babe,” DJ commanded Brittney. Brianne’s eyes widened, then closed in rapture. He could well imagine that in an objective sense, Brittney wasn’t an amazing pussy-licker; still, Brianne’s pussy just wanted a tongue, and it wasn’t a very critical judge. Even an amateur effort—especially Brittney’s sincerely motivated one—was plenty to get her going.
“She’s pretty amazing, isn’t she?” DJ said, straddling Brittney’s chest and reaching out to pinch Brianne’s tiny nipples. She was too busy moaning to even pout. “She’s a gem. And she’ll keep doing this all day if I ask her to. All you have to do…” he paused, reaching around to grip Brianne’s taut ass, “is say please.”
“Please,” she moaned instantly. “Please have her keep… holy shit…” she trailed off, rocking softly on Brittney’s mouth.
“That’s not what you need to ask for, dumb-dumb. Brittney, that’s enough for now.” Brittney stopped, and Brianne nearly screamed in frustration, only stopping herself in order to not give him the pleasure. Her hips humped her pussy against the blonde’s face for a moment until she realized what she was doing.
It was quiet while she grappled with the question, whether it was worth it. He gave her a minute, waiting until he was pretty sure he was beginning to see her resolve crack to give her a push. “If you say yes, I’ll loan you Brittney for a night this week—to do whatever you want with her, all night.”
Brianne looked down at where the blonde’s bubble-shaped tits jutted out between them. “Just Brittney? Not you too?”
DJ nodded, helping himself to a firm squeeze of her ass.
“Fine,” she said. She watched in agony as he excused himself to a drawer where he’d found some of Morgan’s lube, then came back over and had Brianne slather it on him.
“Be thorough,” he chided. “It’s your ass on the line, after all.” And she was. All the while, Brittney lay patiently, her face mostly-buried under Brianne’s soaking wet pussy.
Once his cock was good and lubricated, he moved around behind her. “When I say go, Brit, you start licking her and don’t stop until I say to, right? You’re being so amazing.” Whatever she said in response was too muffled by Brianne’s crotch to be made out.
Seconds ticked by. “C’mon, what the hell are you waiting for?” Brianne whined.
“You forgot so soon?”
Brianne sighed. “DJ? Would you fuck my butt?”
A sharp slap made her hiss, and Brittney giggled. She talked louder this time, so they could understand her. “You forgot to say please, silly girl.”
The swimmer’s toned shoulders slumped in defeat. When she spoke, it was full of enthusiasm; in that moment she was a better fit for the drama club than the swim team. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me in the ass, DJ?”
He leaned into her ear, and whispered his response. “Gladly.”
It took a moment to get inside her, even with the lube; Brianne grunted and moaned with the sensation in her butt, immeasurably grateful that he had thought to use the lube. She had little perspective on cock size, having only seen them in a porno she watched once with some friends to giggle at. Still, from how incredibly full he felt, she felt like she was being fucked by a horse. Except it wasn’t anything of the sort; it was her friend Lauren’s dork of a step-brother, taking her ass’s virginity.
Her last thought before her mind became too overwhelmed by pleasure to develop any was to be grateful he ordered Brittney to start licking before he could see how incredible it felt.
Some time later—she couldn’t really say how long—DJ guided her to the master bathroom and instructed her to clean his cock. He stopped her before she could get it in her mouth, turning her chin to look at the sink. She blushed as she proceeded to wash him, and deeper as he had to remind her to clean up the trail of his jizz as it was running out of her ass and between her legs. By the time he asked her what night she wanted Brittney over, she had mostly recovered, and said she had to check her calendar first and would get back to him.
Brittney traded places with them to go clean off her face while she got dressed again her swimsuit. DJ didn’t bother with clothes. “Now remember, what’s the last thing you need to do to make good on your promise?” DJ asked.
“Oh come on! You really want me to tell your sister I let you have your way with me?”
“No, I expect you to tell her AND Jody that you begged me to fuck your ass, and that you loved it, and that it was the best sexual experience of your life.”
She paled. “No. Come on, I can’t…”
“Simple choice, Brianne. Do it, and you get a free night with the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he smiled at Brittney as she toweled off her face, and she returned it twofold. “Or don’t, and you never get to touch her again, and I’ll post the video I just took of it to the web and make sure word of it leaks out.” He lifted an article of Morgan’s clothing that had been concealing his cell phone, the camera pointed right at the bed.
“What?! You…! You can’t! I’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school! I’ll lose my swimming scholarship!”
He smirked, pocketing the phone. (It had never been recording, but she didn’t need to know that.) “Sounds like you’ve made your choice then.”
As she went back outside, he opened a window just a crack to hear it transpire. Brittney knelt beside him, grinning conspiratorially. “Where the fuck did you go?” he heard Lauren’s voice demand.
“Yeah, we thought you fell in or something—what gives?” asked Jody.
“I was, um, talking to that girl, Brittney, and your brother,” Brianne admitted hesitantly, voice quavering.
“Step-brother,” Lauren corrected sternly.
“Brittney? So what’s she like? What’d you guys talk about? How the hell did she wind up with a loser like DJ?” Jody asked, eager as ever for gossip.
“DJ’s not a loser,” Brianne said defensively. “I mean, he was awkward in high school, but he’s grown out of it. He’s kind of cute, really.”
“You have got to be fucking joking.” Lauren’s voice.
“Oh come on, Lauren, he’s not so bad. He has no clue how to dress himself and he’s socially hopeless, but he’s not bad.” DJ was surprised to hear Jody coming to his defense. Maybe she would be easier to bag than Brianne had been. Not that easy was always fun—after all, he had Brittney when he wanted it easy.
He could hear Lauren glaring. “You guys are fucking gross. God I can’t believe the shit I’m hearing.”
But Jody just pressed Brianne. “Whatever. C’mon, tell us what you found out. Is he paying her? Blackmailing her? Hypnotizing her?” she laughed.
“Well, we, um, didn’t really, like, talk that much. If you know what I mean.” The embarrassment in Brianne’s voice was plain.
Lauren and Jody talked over one another, demanding explanations angrily and curiously, respectively, Brianne stammering and stuttering too much to complete a sentence before she was cut off again. DJ risked a peek, and saw Lauren standing over her and demanding, “spit it the fuck out you bitch!” Jody was sitting next to Brianne and leaning in intrusively; Brianne, however, locked eyes with DJ through the narrow gap in the curtains.
“We fucked, okay?!” Brianne shouted. “I ate out Brittney while he fucked her and then he fucked me in the ass while she at me out. I begged him to, and it was amazing! It was the best sex in my life!”
The other two girls fell silent a moment. It was shattered a moment later as Lauren began shrieking that she was the most disgusting whore she’d ever met and telling her to get the fuck out of her house and never come back. Jody was taken aback as much by Lauren’s furious reaction as by Brianne’s admission, but as she had driven herself and Brianne, she made to leave with her. In moments, the two were gone.
Lauren stormed into the master bedroom before the sound of Jody’s car had even gone quiet, only to find DJ and Brittney in Morgan’s bed, both naked, Brittney’s long leg lovingly over his mid-section and her head resting peacefully on his chest. She didn’t look up when Lauren came in, but DJ smirked enough for both.
“What in the holy fuck did you do to Brianne? And why is all Morgan’s shit thrown all over the hallway? And what the hell is up with this stupid fucking slut?” she raged at him.
“Brianne told you what happened. Morgan’s shit was in our way. And Brittney’s not stupid. She’s in college, after all.” Brittney kissed his chest to say thanks, wriggling against him and gently stroking his cock. Her leg concealed it from Lauren, but it was still obvious what was happening.
She was nonetheless too livid to back down over it. “Whatever. I am calling Morgan, and when she gets here, she is going to fucking KILL you. You’re gonna be out on your ass living in that shitbox car of yours for this. You raped Brianne! I should be calling the cops!”
DJ frowned, puzzled. “I did? Brittney, don’t you remember hearing her ask for it? Beg for it, really.” Brittney nodded. “Wasn’t she just out there bragging about it? And I got a new car, by the way. You should check it out.”
“You’ll pay for this, DJ! This is not over!” She screamed so loudly and shrilly that both DJ and Brittney winced, then stomped out and slammed the door behind her.
“Damn right,” he said after he heard the door to her room slam. “Jody’s still out there, after all…”