Disconnected, Part 16

“It’s been two fucking weeks.” Brae laid down on the ratty sofa with her head in Payton’s lap. Sun shone through the high basement window, but still didn’t illuminate the room any better than the scented candle on the coffee table.

Payton stroked her fingers through Brae’s hair and sighed. “We know she’s not back with her dad, so it can only be good, right?”

“She hasn’t been too school, and now bitch-mom isn’t even talking about her.” Brae turned over and rubbed her cheek into Payton’s thigh.

“We came here to not think about Lily for a while.” Payton said. “We can have a little party.” Brae turned her head and looked up at Payton, unconvinced. “You just let me and Aisling take your mind off of things.”

“I’m not really horny.” Brae said.

“I wasn’t offering to have sex with you.” Payton said with a smirk.

“You mentioned Aisling.” Brae said with a shrug. Payton rolled her eyes. “I just feel like shit, I’m so worried. I would ruin your fun.”

“You just lay here and brood for a little while. I’ll get Aisling and we’ll come up with something to keep your mind off of this.” Payton said while gently lifting Brae’s head from her lap and standing from the old sofa. “I just realized… you are really good at making things about you.”

“I literally just tried not to do that.” Brae said after she rolled to her back.

“You suck at not making it about you then.” Payton said and stuck her tongue out at Brae. She jogged up the stairs to Aisling’s room.

Aisling was awake, nude, and sitting at her computer with her holoband around her head. Her hair was a mess as though she had crawled out of bed and into her office chair without having bothered to pull a comb through her hair.

“What are you up to?” Payton hesitantly asked the young girl.

Aisling shook her head and snapped to attention at Payton’s voice. She tilted her head back and sighed in relief when she saw who spoke. She pulled her holoband off. “I’m just trying to find something to cheer Brae up.”

“Like what?” Payton asked. She sat down on Aisling’s bed and watched the girl.

“En-Oh-Ess.” Aisling said. Payton stared blankly at Aisling. “You don’t use holobands do you?” Payton shook her head. “Nerve override sims. They are like drugs, but through the holoband.”

“Are those dangerous?” Payton asked. “I mean, like really dangerous.”

“They aren’t any worse than chemical drugs.” Aisling said with a shrug. “Real drugs haven’t cheered Brae up any, so might as well try these.”

“How about we just invite a bunch of her friends over instead?” Payton suggested.

“You and Lily are about her only real friends.” Aisling answered. “Scarlet won’t come out of wherever she is hiding, I’m a toy to her, and all the other people she hangs out with would just get her really high anyways.”

“Wait, hold on. You’re just a toy to her?” Payton asked. “Doesn’t that bug you?”

“No? I really like it. I’m weird.” Aisling answered and stuck her tongue out. “Do you want me to invite people over, still?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle much more of her brooding alone.”

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"Do you think it’s working?" Payton sat in Storm’s lap, and watched the two dozen other girls in the room, though her eyes were fixed on Braelyn.

“I can’t tell.” Storm’s arms held Payton’s belly and her head perched on her owner’s shoulder. “Do you want me to go over and ask?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to look at someone and tell how they are feeling?” Payton turned her head to look at Storm.

“No, I have to be able to look at you and tell how you are feeling. Everyone else is either friend or foe.” Storm kissed Payton’s cheek. “If you are really worried, why did you throw a party instead of taking her to a consoler or therapist?”

“Because I’m sixteen, and I have more access to other sixteen year olds than I do therapists?” Payton rhetorically responded.

Aisling crawled into Brae’s lap and straddled her thighs; she faced away from the older girl. She showered and dressed in a party dress both too old for her young body and too small at the same time. The bulk of the partygoers dressed similarly, with the notable exception of Brae; she remained in the state of dress she was in when she showed up that afternoon – jeans and a tee-shirt.

The party was not particularly lively, though everyone appeared to enjoy themselves, Braelyn included. “We should play a game.” Aisling said. The surrounding half dozen girls stopped their conversation to listen.

“What kind of game?” Brae asked. She wrapped her arm across Aisling’s belly to hold her. “I didn’t bring a band.”

“Like spin the bottle or truth or dare or something.” Aisling answered. She rested her head against Brae’s chest.

Brae scoffed. “We are too old for that.”

“You’re fifteen. I’m twelve. Most of the people here are what? Fourteen?” Aisling said. The group immediately around the pair nodded.

“I’m thirteen.” One of the girls, Mia, interjected.

“We are not too old for spin the bottle.” Aisling said. She reached over the edge of the sofa and pulled up a bottle of liquor.

“Seriously?” Brae asked. “Do you think I need to get drunk to kiss someone?”

“She doesn’t.” Payton called out from across the room.

“She doesn’t, but you do.” Aisling stuck her tongue out at Payton. She waved Payton over to join the subset of partygoers. Payton slipped from Storms lap and sauntered over to sit on the floor next to Brae and Aisling; Storm stood behind her. Aisling opened the bottle and took a swig. She handed the bottle to Brea. “We all take a sip until the bottle is empty, then we play.”

Brae took a long pull from the bottle and wiped her lips with her arm. “The best way to kiss someone for the first time – tequila breath.” She passed the bottle to Payton who took a sip.

“It depends on where you kiss.” Aisling mumbled. “Last person to take a sip spins first.”

Payton passed the bottle around the group, and they all took a sip. Aisling took the bottle when it was her turn and tipped it back. She chugged more than her share from the bottle and handed it to Brae with only a little sip left. “Me and Brae are playing as a couple.” Aisling said with a grin.

Payton looked back at Storm. She pulled her synthetic into her lap and held her. “Us too.”

Brae reached around Aisling and laid the bottle on the table. “Is anyone else playing as a couple?” No one else paired up. She kissed the back of Aisling’s neck. “Spin for us, you lush.”

“What’s a lush?” Aisling said with a hiccough. She leaned forward and spun the bottle.

“Has anyone actually ever played this, or met anyone who has?” Mia asked.

“I’ve only seen it like in really old movies.” Another girl, Kirstie, said with a shrug as the bottle stopped spinning and pointed at her.

“So now what do we do?” Brae asked. “I mean; we’ve kissed before – a lot actually.”

“I think we are supposed to strip first.” Aisling said. She shrugged and grinned at Kirstie.

Kirstie rolled her eyes and pulled her dress off over her head. She sat back in the chair with crossed legs to hide the slightly damp crotch of her purple panties – the only remaining clothing on the girl. “And when we are naked?” Kirstie asked while spinning the bottle. Her arms crossed under her well-developed chest. She had, by far, the largest breasts of the group though her figure could hardly be described as womanly.

Like all the girls in the basement that night, Kirstie was not the type to spend much time outside, and her pale skin reflected that. Kirstie’s purple dyed hair showed only the slightest hints of her true color – black – at the roots, and flowed down over her shoulder to cover the top of her chest. Her panties and hair matched in hue while their lightness only differed by virtue of the slight dampness that had soaked into the panties.

The bottle landed on Mia and the girl reached behind herself to unzip her dress. She stood and wiggled out of it. She had not had the foresight to wear panties, or more likely, she had presumed she would get naked at some point in the night. The young girl made no effort to hide her bald puffy lips, and sat down with her legs slightly spread. She was a late-bloomer; she had no chest to speak of and showed little to no other signs of development. Mia’s long, naturally red, hair cascaded down her back in loose curls.

“In Ashes’ house?” Mia chuckled. “First we strip, then oral, then toys.” She said in response to Kirstie’s question. She leaned forward and spun the bottle.

“When you say toy…” Payton started as the bottle landed on her. She buttoned her top, and pulled her dress over her head. Storm unzipped the front of her own shirt and pulled it off. Payton was left in her bra and panties, while Storm remained topless with a pair of pants on her legs.

“She means anything I call a sex toy.” Aisling said. “Including, you know, me and Storm.” Storm threw her top at Aisling and stuck her tongue out. “Sassy-bot.” Aisling said and returned the gesture.

Storm reached out and spun the bottle; Aisling didn’t wait for the bottle to come to a complete stop before she pulled her dress down her body without leaving Brae’s lap. She turned over in Brae’s lap and unbuckled Brae’s belt. She slipped from her lap and knelt in front of Brae. She wiggled Brae’s pants down past her knees just as Brae lifted her ass off the sofa; Aisling pulled Brae’s panties off with her pants.

“Slow down, jeeze.” Brae said. She pulled her legs out of the pants and settled back into the sofa. Aisling pulled her naked body back into Brae’s lap. “Spin for us.” She instructed Aisling, and she did. The bottle wobbled on the low table and fell off the edge. Elsa, a girl with multi-colored braids, caught it with the neck pointed at herself. “That’s you.” Brae said with a smirk.

Elsa tossed her braids over her shoulder and reached behind herself to un-hook her dress. She wiggled the bulk of the fabric down her body and stood to let the dress drop. “This game would be very different if we didn’t dress for, you know, a party.” Elsa said. She stood with her hand’s covering her panty covered mound, and for good reason; the girl’s panties covered little more than her lips. Shaving stubble could be seen above her hands.

“I would have suggested a strip-tease contest or something if we were all dressed in jeans and tee-shirts or whatever.” Aisling said with a shrug. She spread her legs to straddle Brae’s lap while she faced away from the older girl; she exposed herself to the rest of the group.

Elsa shook her head and spun the bottle which landed on Payton again. “Oh come on.” Payton exclaimed. Storm slipped from Payton’s lap while the girl wiggled out of her panties. Storm bent over and pulled off her pants.

Aisling craned her neck to watch Storm strip from behind. She squeaked with delight at the sight of Storm’s smooth mound and puffy lips. “You’re a girl today!” She exclaimed. Storm rolled her eyes and sat back in Payton’s lap. Payton reached around the synthetic and rested her hand in Storm’s lap. She idly stroked Storm’s lips with her fingertips. Storm reached out and spun the bottle before she relaxed into Payton’s arms.

The bottle came to rest pointing directly at the final girl in the group, Alaina. By that time, the rest of the partygoers had congregated in a circle to watch the activities that were about to ensue. “I’ve never gotten naked for an audience.” Alaina said as she stood. She wore a very tight black spandex dress that contrasted with her paper-white shoulder length hair, and skin that was barely any darker. She pulled the straps from her shoulders and wiggled the dress down her body; she didn’t wear panties and she didn’t hide her mound – the thin, trimmed, hair of her mound was as stark white as the hair on her head.

“You bleached your pubes?” Brae asked with a quirked brow.

“Something like that.” Alaina said with a little blush. She sat down in her chair again and spun the bottle. “I… I kind of want to kiss before anything else.” She said nervously before the bottle stopped spinning. The bottle slowly came to a stop, and pointed at the now fully nude Payton and Scarlet.

Storm pulled herself out of Payton’s lap and helped Payton to her feet. Payton moved to lay on the table with slightly spread legs. Alaina nervously bit her lip as Storm guided her down to lay atop of Payton who wrapped her legs around the shy white-haired girl. The two pressed their lips together for a moment before Payton opened her mouth. She let her tongue press lightly against Alaina’s lips until the girl opened her mouth to permit Payton inside. Storm leaned down and pressed her cold lips to the back of Alaina’s neck while the girl kissed her owner.

Payton’s hand stroked down Alaina’s smooth back; her lips never broke from the nervous girl. She slowly rolled her hips under the younger girl and spread a bit of her wet on Alaina’s belly. Storm swiveled around the table and pressed her small but heavy frame against the back of Alaina’s thighs. The synthetic reached her hand around the girl, between Alaina and Payton, and gently teased at Alaina’s lips with her fingers.

Alaina let a small whimper out into Payton’s mouth as the ten-year-old in appearance synthetic girl began to massage her hood. Storm’s fingertips flicked slowly against Alaina’s hood until the girl’s arousal dripped onto her fingertips. Storm plunged two fingers into Alaina’s pussy and bucked her hips forward; she pushed Alaina firmly into Payton’s slowly grinding pussy.

Storm rhythmically thrust her fingers inside Alaina and bit gently on the side of the girl’s neck. Her entire weight pushed Alaina against Payton. The two girls broke their kiss for Alaina to moan; her body rocked against Payton’s mound and onto Storm’s fingers. Storm hooked her fingers against Alaina’s front wall and the girl started to convulse in pleasure; her walls clenched down on Storm’s powerful fingers.

“I think she’s cumming.” Storm said with a small smile. She kept her fingers inside Alaina and kept the pace as the girl rode through her climax between Payton and Storm. Alaina whimpered out something unintelligible that everyone understood as ‘Yes I am.’ She panted through her orgasm as Payton kissed down Alaina’s neck.

Alaina closed her legs around Storm’s hand and tried to immobilize it inside her, but Storm was far too strong for her. “I…” Alaina started. “I’m done…please….” She started to beg. “Please stop… it’s starting to hurt.” She said.

Storm slowly slid off of Alaina and pulled her fingers from the girl, who collapsed against Payton. She took a moment to catch her breath while Payton gently caressed her back.

“So much for just kissing.” Aisling said with a smirk. Aisling hand had found its way between Brae’s legs and had been gently teasing her mistress’ labia. “It’s Payton and Storm’s turn to spin.”