Previous – Table of Contents – Next

As soon as it registered with everyone where the bottle fell, there was hooting and hollering. All the boys looked at me with mocking looks. Even Steve wore a smug expression on his face while shrugging like what was he going to do? I wanted to punch his teeth out. The girls all whispered and giggled. Danielle was looking at me, but it was hard to say what she was thinking. Stephanie didn’t act nearly so vague. She stuck out her tongue and made an exaggerated gagging noise.

“Him? Why did I get him? Let me roll again!”

“Fuck, no!” Steve shouted. “Rules are the rules!”

He was immediately backed by all the other guys. It was clear that none of them wanted to be it. Stephanie finally glared down at me with her unibrow and huffed.

“Fine, get in there with me!” She practically ordered.

I heard more giggling and laughing, but I didn’t have a choice. I got up with her and followed her into the pool shed. When we entered, I was surprised that it was both lit and roomy. I was expecting a dark and crowded closet, but there was a fair amount of room. There was a lightbulb which had enough light to see as well.

As the door shut behind me, I backed off into a corner, counting the seconds until I was a free man again. Stephanie scowled as she looked around the room. After a few seconds, she made an irritated growl.

“It’s too messy, whatever.” She turned to me. “Get over here.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“It’s seven minutes in heaven, not seven minutes in boredom. I want to see what you have.”

I almost broke into laughter, not able to believe what she was saying. “Let’s just wait it out.”

“What are you, gay?” She asked, walking over to me. “I came to this party because I wanted to have my first romance. I don’t know why a loser like you got invited to this party, but it’s your lucky day.”

“You’re first romance?” I asked incredulously. “There is nothing romantic about this place.”

Stephanie stood in front of me, looking down at me. She was a big girl, tall and wide. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and a white shirt with a blazer over it. Her hair was long, and her skin was tanned. However, the tan wasn’t enough to cover up all the blemishes on her face. Even the low lighting of the room wasn’t enough to completely hide her imperfections.

“Then you’re not doing a good enough job.” She reached out a grabbed me.

I felt her hands on my waist, pulling me in, her body pressing against mine. She had a wide frame and a powerful grip. I couldn’t believe she was trying to kiss me. I turned away, feeling her lips hit my chin. She pulled away, looking at me angrily.

“What the hell are you doing?” She demanded, glaring.

“Let’s not do this.” I tried to step back, but her arms held me in place.

“No. We are going to do this. And you’re going to like it.”

Her hand went down to my pants, grabbing at the hem as she pulled me over. She leaned in, and her mouth hit the edge of mine, her lips pressing into me.

“Stop.” I tried to step back, pushing my weight back, but her grip held me firm. “Stop it!”

Her arms moved quickly, wrapping around me as she held me tight, her grip holding my arms to my side.

“Stop being a pussy!” She growled, grabbing my shirt.

I pulled back, and I heard a rip of fabric. However, I was free of her grip. There wasn’t that much space though, so I tried to dive for it. However, her leg came up, knocking me in the chest. She had big, heavy feet. The kick hurt, and knocked the wind out of me. I felt my chest contract, and then the world seemed to go upside down.

The next thing I knew, my back was on the floor, and the lights were shining in my eyes. Stephanie was standing over me, glaring down.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do all the work.” She dropped down on top of me, her legs pinning mine down.

I tried to wriggle free, but it was futile. She was way too strong. I pushed against her, but she just laughed. She leaned down, grabbed my shirt, and yanked it off. It ripped down the middle, leaving my bare chest exposed. I felt the cold air on my skin and the pressure of her thighs around my waist.

“You’re pathetic.” She said, looking at my flat chest that had no hair on it.

She put her hands on my stomach, pushing her palms into my skin. Her fingers curled, and she began scratching at my skin. The pressure hurt, and her nails scratched my skin.

“Ow! Stop!”

“You think that hurts? Let’s see how you feel about this.”

I watched as she moved her hand up to my nipple, pinching it between her fingers.

“Stop!” I cried out, squirming under her.

“Make me.”

I tried, but the pain from her pinches was intense. My hands went to hers, trying to push them away.

“You’re so weak, I can’t believe I have to be the one to take your virginity.”

“Virginity!” I cried out.

I didn’t want my first time to be in this fucking closet. She pulled off her blouse, revealing a pair of large titties hanging from a mid-sized bra. She had hair in her underarms and I smelled a waft of BO.

“That’s right. You’re going to lose your virginity to me, aren’t you happy?” She said, grabbing my pants.

“No!”

I wasn’t sure if my fight-or-flight response was triggered or what, but I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. I grabbed a pole and pulled myself free from under her. She had been grabbing my outer swimwear, so when I pulled I came right off it. The only swimsuit I had on was the one that was too tight. She looked up angrily, but then her eyes fell on the outline in my pants.

“What is that?” She asked.

I didn’t even know how to respond. She was trying to have sex with me, and she didn’t even know what my penis was? Was she stupid?

“It’s my dick,” I responded.

“Fuck off!” She seemed angry suddenly. She lunged at me and in a swift motion, pulled down my pants.

“Hey!”

My dick was finally freed of its tight restraints, and even though I wasn’t aroused in this situation, it still fell out with a flop, bouncing in front of Stephanie. She stared at my dick, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. That was it. My life was over. Things couldn’t get any worse.

The door flung open, and the two of us turned to see a person standing there. I thought Steve might have opened the door to embarrass us, but it was Steve’s mom. She had her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face.

“You- ah!” She went to yell, but then her eyes fell on my thing.

Stephanie broke into tears, her face turning red as she shoved past Steve’s stunned mom. I turned away desperately trying to get my dick back in those tight swim trunks. I could hear a voice outside.

“What happened? Holy crap, were they screwing in there? Stephanie and Lucas? Haha!” Steve’s mocking voice came from behind.

Steve’s mom seemed to snap out of her gaze, turning and yelling. “You’re not out of the crap pile yet, mister! Get inside with everyone else!”

“Y-yes, Mom!” I heard his steps retreating.

She turned back, but instead of looking angry, she looked a bit uncertain. “Get your clothes back on.”

“M-my shirt was ripped,” I spoke, looking down at the tattered remains.

“You can borrow one of my husbands, work shirts over there.” She gestured, her eyes not meeting mine.

I looked where she pointed. There seemed to be a bucket full of old shirts. Most of them had holes in them, but they were enough. I didn’t need to shirt. It was the final backup to keep my dick from being exposed. If my swim trunks were wet and sticking together, an oversized shirt was perfect for hiding all of it. I made sure I was completely covered and then I joined Steve’s mom inside.

As soon as I walked in, one of the guys grabbed my shirt. “Dude, what did you do to her, you freak?”

“Huh?” I blinked. “Where’s Stephanie?”

The girl who had acted flirtatious and allegedly gave a boy a handjob was glaring at me. They all had hostile looks.

“She’s outside. She says she’s going home.” One of the blonde girls spat. “She’s crying hard.”

“I didn’t touch her!” I declared. “She-“

I was going to say she came onto me, but I realized my audience. Not a single person there would believe me. They all seemed to think I sexually assaulted her. They were all looking at me like I was scum. What the hell? I didn’t even do anything. Now, Stephanie was acting weird. I wanted to go out and resolve the situation. However, what could she say that would make it better? A girl took one look at my dick and cried? Speaking of which, Steve’s mom was looking at me strangely too. I wanted to ask if things could get any worse, but I had already had those words thrown in my face once.

“We’re going to have the rest of the party in here.” Steve’s Mom declared. “I’m going to bring in the cake.”

Steve walked over to me. “If you intended to ruin my birthday, congratulations, you succeeded.”

“What the hell did I do?”

“The ruckus you made sexually assaulting Stephanie brought my mom outside. Do you think we’re going to get to do anything fun the rest of the night? I knew you were a bastard, but please, never fucking call me again.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I shot back.

“Happy birthday…” The familiar song began as Steve’s mom returned.

I was in a sour mood, but the feeling appeared to be mutual. Steve was right. Playing indoors under his mom’s watchful gaze, the party quickly died. We all ate cake, he opened his presents, and then people started calling their parents to leave. By that point, Stephanie had already been picked up and taken away in a black unmarked car. I watched from the window as she looked my way once before entering the car.

“One by one, everyone left. Danielle was the last one to leave. She looked like she had something she wanted to say every time she looked at me, but she ultimately never spoke a word. When she left, Steve’s mom walked up to Steve, whose expression looked a bit sour, and then pulled out a pair of keys.

“I’m sorry your party couldn’t be as… exciting as you wanted, honey.” She spoke, handing the keys to him. “Maybe this will cheer you up.”

“The car!” Steve cried out. “Really?”

Steve’s mom smiled gently. “You earned it.”

“Can I take it out right now?” He asked excitedly.

His Mom smiled and nodded, she waved him off, and he rushed out to the car. I watched as it left the driveway. It was a pretty nice car, a convertible. I could see why he wanted it so bad. As he drove down the street, I realized he had seemingly forgotten I was still there. He didn’t even invite me to go with him or offer to drive me home.

Feeling irritated, I walked back to his room. When I couldn’t find my change of clothing, I remembered that his mom offered to wash it. They had their washer and dryer in the basement, right? I opened the door and headed down. I could hear the dryer going at that moment. It was imbalanced, and there was a loud rhythmic thudding sound. The light was on, so I didn’t hesitate to walk down. As I got closer, I realized I could hear something on top of the drying. It was heavy breathing mixed with moans.

I turned around to Steve’s mom. She was holding the drying as it thumped, her legs wrapped around the corner. Her face was red and she was letting out rough breaths and light moans.

“Mrs. Parker?”

Mrs. Parker nearly jumped. She let out a cry, falling back. I reached forward, half expecting her to fall, but she managed to save herself at the last moment.

“Ah! L-lucas! What are you doing here?” She cried out.

“Um, I never left?” I asked helplessly. “Didn’t you have my clothing?”

“Th-that’s right!” Her face turned red, and she quickly opened the dryer.

It was at that moment I realized she wasn’t wearing what she had worn before. Before, she had pants on. Now, she had a long shirt on, and while it covered her butt, it didn’t look like she had anything else but underwear on. My dick started to react, and I felt myself in a panic. I grabbed my swim trunks and pulled them down, freeing my dick. At the same time, Mrs. Parker seemed to find my clothes and turn. She ended up seeing me naked again.

“Ah!” She cried out, looking away. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Changing!” I cried out, grabbing the pants she had given me.

“E-even so…”

I went to put the pants back on, but seeing Mrs. Parker there, her face red with embarrassment, a thought came to me. I had questions I always wanted to know, and I felt like no one would ever tell me the truth.

“Is it… weird?” I asked.

“What?” She asked, still looking away.

“My… thing,” I responded, feeling regretful now that I was asking.

“Your… ah!” She looked back over, but her eyes saw it again.

This time, though, she didn’t look away. She stared at it almost like it was a snake. I was starting to feel self-conscious.

“Stephanie cried after seeing it. I’ve had a lot of people have weird reactions. Is there something wrong with it?” I asked, trying to catch her attention.

“Hm?” She looked up, her eyes flickering back down once before finally jumping to me again. “Ah! It’s… it’s fine.”

She looked away, a strange expression on her face. Now that I had worked up the courage to ask somebody, I couldn’t just walk away. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. She jumped slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

“Mrs. Parker, please…”

“Call me… Carley.”

“Ah… C-carley.” I frowned, feeling a bit stranger.

“How far did you go?” She asked.

“Huh?”

“With Stephanie?”

“We didn’t do anything. I swear!” I was hoping this was my chance to vindicate myself. “Stephanie was all over me, but she only just got my pants down when you opened the door.”

She glanced back at me, biting her lip with a considering look. “You’re saying… you’re a virgin?”

“My face turned slightly red. “Yeah. I am.”

“I see…” She responded, looking down. “Does it hurt?”

“Ah! N-no.” I grabbed my dick, realizing it was still part hard, but with it out already, I had nowhere to put it, so I ended up just holding it. “Is it supposed to?”

She looked at it for a bit like she was considering something. Then, her hand reached out and touched it. I gasped when her hand touched it, and she pulled back.

“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” I responded. “Um… it felt good.”

She reached out and then touched my dick again. This time, she wrapped her hand around it. She stepped up to me.

“I can take care of it if you want.” She responded, sounding somewhat cautious.

“Take care of…”

“You can’t tell anyone!” Her voice grew serious.

“I-I won’t!”

I was still a bit confused, but I was starting to come to a realization. My awkward teenage brain wanted to say I was misinterpreting things, but Mrs. Parker’s hand was still wrapped around my dick. My body shuddered. It felt good. Her hand began moving up and down, stroking my dick. I could hear the soft sounds of her hand on my shaft as she jerked me off.

She leaned against me, her arm running down my abdomen until it ended at her fist around my dick. It was so embarrassing, but her hand felt so good. I tried to stay quiet, but little moans would slip out here and there. As she went, she was breathing hard too, hot breaths touching my cheek as she pressed against me. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I was almost afraid to move.

She pulled away for a moment and took off her shirt. I felt my face go red as I saw her tits. Her breasts were big, nice, and round. They looked so soft, and I could see her nipples were already hard.

I wanted to ask what we were doing, but I didn’t have the guts. She was leaning into me, pressing her breasts into my side, while her hand jerked me off. It was an indescribable feeling. It felt so wrong, but her body was so warm and felt so nice. My cock was getting harder and harder in her grip.

“It’s even bigger.” She gasped.

My eyes were fixated on her. She stroked the entire length of my cock enthusiastically. Up and down. Up and down. I couldn’t help but watch. My dick was throbbing in her hand. I could hear her breathing heavily. My body felt hot, and my heart was racing. She was making little noises like she was enjoying it too. Her breasts were pushing into me.

I felt a tightening in my balls, and I knew I was going to cum.

“I-I’m gonna…” I began.

“It’s okay, you can do it.” She moaned, picking up her pace.

My breathing was erratic, and my eyes were locked onto her tits as they bounced with each stroke of her hand.

“Mrs. Parker… I’m cumming.”

I could barely hold back the moan as the pleasure overtook me. I exploded, shooting cum onto the ground. I shot string after string as my body shovered. I felt myself leaning back against the dryer as my entire body seemed to become paralyzed with joy.

“So much…” She commented.

I couldn’t look at her. My body was shaking as my cock twitched and pulsed. There was cum everywhere. Cum was all over the floor, her hand, and even some of their clothing. I was still panting when she finally let go of my cock. My body slumped, and I slid down the side of the dryer, landing on my ass.

I looked up at her, and she was just staring down at me, her face red and her breathing heavy. I didn’t know what to say. I was scared. I was afraid that she would have second thoughts.

“Are you okay?” She asked, hesitantly.

“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. “Are you?”

“I’m good.” She responded.

“Mom!” We both heard a shout from upstairs.

I got up and quickly pulled my pants up, buttoning them up and putting my belt back on. I didn’t bother trying to clean up the mess. I just concentrated on getting my clothing back on. Mrs. Parker also put a new blouse on and buttoned it up quickly as she walked to the stairway. She finished just as she arrived, looking up.

“Steve, you still got to bring your friend home.”

“Huh? Who?” Steve asked.

I checked and made sure there was no evidence of what we did before I stepped next to his mom. For some reason, I was expecting him to become suspicious. Then again, who would expect a loser friend to just get a hand job from their mom? I had experienced it, and I still couldn’t believe it.

“Are you still here?” Steve asked, making a face. “Fine, whatever.”

He turned away, and I could hear his steps heading back to the entrance. It was clear he was still excited to drive more.

“Go on.” Mrs. Parker nudged me.

I looked at her. After what just happened, I had no clue what to say.

“Um… thank you, for that…”

She looked at me blankly, and my first turned red. This was far too embarrassing. Just as I was about to take the first step of the stairway of shame, she grabbed me from behind. His hand reached around and squeezed the front of my pants.

“Come back soon.” She whispered in my ear, before backing away.

I willed myself not to look back. I made it halfway up the stairs before I did, but she had already retreated into the laundry room.

“Lucas, move your ass!” Steve was standing at the top of the stairs, glaring at me.

His glare seemed to be less cutting than it had been before. Everything seemed a lot less worrisome. It felt like something in me had finally been freed. I had no clue what that was, but I was eager to find out.

Previous – Table of Contents – Next

Previous – Table of Contents – Next

“Hey, are you not listening? We’re doing this now!” Steve shouted.

As everyone else was getting out of the pool, I jumped into it. When my head emerged from the water, Steve was looking at me with annoyance while the others were giggling. I jumped in because I likely still smelled from the odor before and I was determined to smell like bleach instead. However, when it came to the spin-the-bottle game, I was even less enthused.

“There are eleven people here, six boys and five girls,” I responded. “I’ll sit this one out.”

“Dude is scared of girls.” One of the guys spoke under his breath, eliciting more laughter.

I frowned a bit. I already didn’t want to be there, and these were some of the people I liked the least. They weren’t the bullies that I hated with a passion, but a few of them used to be my friends and turned their back on me. I didn’t want to hang around them anymore. As for Danielle, I had no interest in her. I wasn’t one of those simps who longed after the girl who got away. Danielle knew that I liked her when she chose to go out with Steve. She ghosted me just as hard as he did.

Plus, since then, I have heard rumors about her. I hadn’t just been trying to insult Steve when I called her a slut. The rumors said that she had been railed by half-a-dozen guys. Even if it wasn’t true, she was willing to bang Steve as long as he had a car. That told me as much as I wanted to know about her. I knew her mother. She was friends with my mother, which was how we had become childhood friends in the first place. Her mom was a beautiful and gentle woman. Meanwhile, Danielle was a bitch.

Danielle wasn’t even the worst one there. There was also Stephanie. Stephanie was a bitch. It would wound my pride to call her a bully since she was a girl, but of the people who made my life a living hell, Stephanie was no worse than the quarterback. In truth, no one in school liked her, but everyone had to pretend to like her. This was because she was the daughter of some politician who made a massive donation to the school. The principal and teachers bent over backward for her.

One year, a girl called her a bitch to her face and she jumped on the girl and attacked her. After the teachers pulled them apart, the girl had lost half her hair and her face was covered in scratches, some of which became scars. The girl got expelled while Stephanie faced no consequences. After that, no one was willing to mess with her. Perhaps, if she was cute, there would be some redemption for a crazy bitch, but she was a big girl, as you’d see on a wrestling team, and she had a resting bitch face that belonged on a horse. Steve likely invited her because failing to do so was social suicide.

Suffice it to say, with five girls present, a 40% chance of getting a bad pick was too much for me. I didn’t feel any regret in rejecting their offer.

“If we can refuse, then I’ll stay out,” Stephanie declared.

“Me too!” Another girl spoke up.

“Why don’t we just do something else?” Danielle offered.

“No, let’s play!” One of the guys cried out.

“It’ll be fun!” Another declared.

The girls had already been reluctant. After all, it was a kissing game. With me trying to step out, Stephanie tried to do the same, and with that, all the other girls were trying to leave too. Meanwhile, the guys were all shooting me vicious glares. Somehow, I had ruined their game even though I wanted nothing to do with it.

Steve kneeled to the edge of the pool and hissed at me quietly. “Come on, dude, don’t be a little bitch.”

I ground my teeth, but I knew that if I didn’t follow along, my social standing would only take another hit. I sighed and swam to the edge of the pool.

“Fine,” I spoke as I got out.

I grabbed one of the towels and dried myself off as the others went to sit down. There was a paved area with seating that made a circle. The center area was normally a firepit, but when it wasn’t in use a metal cover went over it that turned it into a table. I ended up sitting down across from Danielle and Steve. There were six seats in all, so I was the only one sitting alone. Thankfully, they weren’t pared up boy and girl or I’d start to feel a conspiracy.

Steve pulled out an old beer bottle and put it in the middle of the table with a clink. “Alright, rules are simple. We’ll go boy-girl-boy. You spin the bottle. Closest person of the opposite sex you kiss.”

As he explained this, the girls all blushed while the guys grinned like idiots. I had to admit that even I was a little excited. Besides Danielle and Stephanie, the three other girls were bad-looking. There was a redhead, a brunette, and a blond girl, so it was like the trifecta of types. I was pretty sure the brunette and the blonde were related though. They looked very similar except one of them had bleached her hair.

“I’ll go first!” Stephanie declared, standing up and spinning the bottle.

The bottle finally landed on one guy, who looked a bit dispirited. She let out a laugh and then got up. He moved to give her a gentlemen’s kiss, but then she grabbed him and kissed him roughly. He let out a cry, holding out his hands, but she took every liberty short of grabbing his dick before letting him go. When she finally let him go, he was gasping for breath. She giggled and ran back to her seat. The redhead sitting next to her giggled, and the two whispered playfully.

Steve blinked and then said. “I guess I’ll go.”

He spun the bottle again. This time, it landed on Danielle. Danielle’s face turned red, but Steve grew a smile. He wrapped his arm around her, going for an aggressive kiss just like Stephanie had done, but Danielle pulled back a bit, and all he got was a peck on the lips. He pulled away, looking awkward, while she just gave a smile.

“My turn!” The blonde declared, getting up and spinning the bottle.

The bottle ended up landing on the brunette girl she was sitting next to. No guys were near her, but it was about in between me and another boy. The pair of us looked at each other, although his eyes seemed to fill with hostility. The girl was cute, and I liked blondes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight with him over it though.

“Oh no! It’s on my sister. Well, I don’t mind.”

“W-wait!” The guy challenging me cried out. “It’s the closest opposite sex. She’s the same sex?”

“Really?” The girl asked helplessly.

“Shut up!” The guy who had been kissed by Stephanie hissed. “We could watch two girls kissing! Sisters even!”

“It’s your call, birthday boy.” She stuck her tongue playfully at Steve.

“Ah…” he looked at everyone and then spoke quietly. “The bottle did land on her and if she’s willing…”

The guy who had been arguing looked indignant for a bit, but when he saw the blond girl sitting on her sister’s lap, his cautious expression slipped away.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I’ve never kissed her before.” The blonde girl leaned over and the two kissed.

Every guy was watching with raptured attention, and even the girls seemed slightly interested. I had to admit that it was pretty hot. They didn’t just do a peck on the lips, but they used tongues. Seeing two girls who were sisters kissing like that felt like it should be taboo. I felt my body reacting. In the end, I had to look away though. If I got an erection, even those baggy pants wouldn’t be able to keep it from showing. Steve noticed me look away and then smirked.

“What?” I asked him.

“You’re next.” He chuckled.

I made an ugly expression, but I still forced myself to lean over and then spin the bottle. I was pretty excited on the inside though. I wanted to kiss a girl. I never thought this would end up being my first time. Perhaps this would signal the end of my unpopularity. Yet, when the bottle stopped, I couldn’t help but inhale aggressively.

“Danielle.”

That forty percent chance of selecting one of them became a certainty. It was fine though. I could handle this. I got up and walked over to Danielle. She looked up at me. She wasn’t showing much expression on her face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Should I just give her a peck? She seemed to refuse anything more from Steve, and that looked super embarrassing. However, even two girls used their tongues, so if I didn’t I’d look just as pathetic.

I gently leaned forward. My mind sort of went white as our lips touched. Her lips parted and the next thing I knew, my tongue was in her mouth. Her breath tasted sweet and she was kissing me back. I felt a tingly sensation shoot down to my grown, and so I pulled away. I stood back up, and Danielle was watching me with an imperceptible look in her eye.

“Ooooo!” The guys all started making sounds, and she finally blushed, her eyelids fluttering.

I turned away and retreated to my seat, trying to keep my face from becoming hot. I couldn’t get an erection in front of others. There was no way to hide it and that would be far too embarrassing. Why did the other guys always seem to be able to keep their cool? Were they more practiced than me? As soon as I sat down, I felt like I was being watched. I looked up to see Steve glaring at me, an ugly expression on his face.

I wanted to give him a mocking look. His girl kissed me and barely kissed him. What was that about? Yet, I’d just embarrass myself further if I did something like that, so I tried to keep my face free of expression, even as the guys continued to tease me. However, I seemed to have earned some credit. The guys weren’t looking down on me. For once, I felt like one of them.

“This is boring.” Steve’s voice broke through the laughter and teasing. “Let’s ramp things up a bit.”

“Ah!” Danielle looked up worriedly.

“What do you have in mind?” One of the boys asked.

“Seven minutes in heaven.” He grinned, pointing to the pool house in the corner. “In there…”

“That…” The girl who hadn’t participated yet looked a bit worried.

“I’ll tell you what.” He spoke up before the girls could protest. “The girls each get a spin. Just one spin. Five rounds, five of you.”

“What if a guy gets picked twice?” The blonde girl asked, looking slightly interested.

“Then he’s a lucky guy.” Steve laughed. “What? It’s not like you need to do anything. None of us will know. It’ll be between the two of you.”

It was back to the boys trying to convince the girls. The brunette girl seemed to be resisting the most. Danielle glanced at me and then looked away.

“I think we should try it.” Her words caused everyone else to be quiet.

Steve’s expression brightened. “Yeah, let’s do it!”

I frowned slightly. What was her game? Why did she kiss me like that, and now she wanted to play this?

“Alright, I’ll start.” Red-head who hadn’t done anything the previous round spoke up. “It’s better to get it over with.”

She grabbed the bottle and spun it. It landed on the same guy that Stephanie had kissed earlier. A smile grew on his face, while her cheeks turned nearly as red as her hair. She reached out and took his hand, and then they went into the pool house. The rest of us continued to sit there. As a minute or two passed, things started to become awkward amongst the waiting group.

“Let’s start the fire.” Steve coughed.

The boys all grabbed some wood and piled it up. By the time the flames caught on, the pool house opened up again and the boy came out with the girl. Her face was slightly red, and he looked quite satisfied with himself.

“How far did you get?” Steve whispered to the guy.

He put a hand to the side of his mouth so the girls couldn’t see, but then he mouthed the words ‘handjob’. Everyone’s eyes opened. Even if he was completely lying, no one knew. By the embarrassed expression on her face, it was completely possible. By tomorrow, rumors would be all over school that she stroked his dick. The guys all wore stone faces, so the girl had no clue what was said about her. That was the basics of the bro code.

“Alright, alright, next!” He laughed.

The blond girl went next. Her bottle landed on the same guy. She looked at him and then smirked. He looked at all the guys and then shrugged like he was helpless to resist. Where did this asshole get all the luck? It was like by getting kissed by Stephanie earlier, he had earned enough karma for an eternity in heaven.

“Anyway, we got marshmallows and stuff.” Steve looked a little unhappy, perhaps thinking he’d be the one lucking out. “Let’s meat.”

The group pulled out roasting sticks and then we each got marshmallows. By this point, it was dark out and the pool lighting and fire were all that could be seen. His mom was still inside getting his cake and presents ready. I was on my second marshmallow when the door opened again. The blonde girl didn’t look embarrassed, but perhaps a bit flushed.

“Well?” Steve mouthed toward the guy.

He grinned, and, and secretly brought his hand to his nose and sniffed two fingers. The guys turned away, each one stamping their feet or cursing under their breath. He was saying he had fingered her. One girl stroked his cock, and then he fingered another. Holy shit! Even I was floored.

We got back in the circle again, and the blonde’s sister went. We all let out sighs when it landed on another guy, and not the same one. However, she did look a bit disappointed. Did she want the same guy her sister was with?”

We continued to eat and talk casually at the fire while waiting. Seven minutes later, the two of them came out. She looked slightly icy, and when Steve raised an eyebrow, he shook his head slightly. The guys all broke into laughter. He had scored out completely. Even I laughed along with everyone. It felt somewhat good to laugh with friends.

“I’ll go last,” Stephanie spoke up. “You go!”

She pointed at Danielle, who nodded. She had been the one to convince everyone to do this in the first place. She spun the bottle. This time, my eyes were on it. If they picked me, what would I do with her in the closet? I had already said I had no interest in her, but her behavior earlier left me both confused and maybe a little hopeful. The cap looked like it was about to stop on me, but it kept going until it pointed at the boy who had picked twice before.

“This is bullshit!” Steve cursed out loud.

The guy broke into laughter. Even I felt a bit bad for Steve. He just wanted to have reasons to get close to his girl, and now she was going to spin seven minutes in a pool house with another guy. Steve looked like he was going to bite something. I kept my mouth shut as Danielle was escorted into the pool house by the other man.

This time, the atmosphere became exceptionally weird. Steve had his arms crossed in front of him and was watching the pool house like a hawk. Meanwhile, the others were getting sick of marshmallows as well as this game. It had already been going on thirty minutes, and it was mostly waiting. They wanted to get back in the pool.

“Just one more round.” He practically seethed as he spoke through his teeth.

The door finally opened, and Danielle’s was red from head to toe. She also had her head low. Without even being asked, he held his fist up and then jacked it twice while using his tongue to push out his cheek. He was claiming Danielle sucked his dick. Steve visibly shook, but the other guys grabbed him.

“He’s joking.” One of them whispered.

“He made it up!” Said the other.

“Line up, boys. I’m next!” Stephanie declared.

No one could dwell on whether Danielle did or did not suck dick, because now it was Stephanie’s turn. None of the guys wanted to be picked by her. The previous four girls had come at the cost of her coming up. Yet, three of those girls had gone to the same guy, and the other had ended up being a dud. In other words, no one got an advantage but they all had to take a risk of ending up with Stephanie. Most of them hoped the guy who got the three could take one last one for the team, after all, he had already gone to third base with over half of the girls present by his admission.

She spun the bottle, and she used a lot of strength so it ended up spinning for a while. All the guys were muttering prayers under their breaths, prating it wasn’t them. The girls were watching with just as much interest. The bottle finally stopped, and it looked like my bad luck would continue.

“Fuck.” Why did it have to be me?

Previous – Table of Contents – Next

Previous – Table of Contents – Next

“Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to grab a controller?” Steve suddenly asked, not looking back.

I glanced over at his closet. The closet door was a mirror. I had almost forgotten how he’d always keep a watch on it in case his father showed up at his door. His father had been an abusive drunk, and he hated that Steve spent all day playing video games. His mom had finally divorced him around the time of our falling out.

“Can I play?” I asked, stepping into his room.

“It’s a free world.” He responded.

I rolled my eyes and then sat down on the bed. It was the same spot I used to sit while we played. I picked up the spare controller and then turned it on. I few minutes later, I jumped in on the match. It was a zombie first-person shooter, and our goal was to survive the hoards of zombies and escape. We played silently for the rest of the match, and for a brief moment in time, it almost felt like two years prior. When it ended, the silence seemed to stretch.

“Do you want to play another match?” I asked.

“Danielle is coming over.” He responded.

I made a face. “You’re still dating her?”

Danielle had been the girl that I had a crush on back then. When he asked her out despite my interest in her, it had destroyed our friendship. Most middle school romances I heard of fell apart in months. I was a bit surprised that they were still dating. That was because I had heard she was dating at least two other guys in the last two years. They could have been rumors, but at least one of them was pretty reliable.

“It’s getting serious between us. You don’t need to talk to her. Don’t even look at her.” He snapped.

I frowned. “Don’t worry. I have no interest in your slut of a girlfriend.”

“Who are you calling a slut?” He threw down his remote, turning to me angrily.

“Half the school?” I responded snarkily.

“Well, they don’t know what you’re fucking talking about!” He snarled. “Danielle has only been with me. Tonight…”

He stopped at that point, visibly shaking. I raised an eyebrow.

“Did she promise to pop your cherry on your seventeenth birthday? Congrats.”

“Fuck you! Not everyone can be drowning in pussy like you.”

“Um… thanks?” I blinked and then coughed. “I’m a virgin.”

I didn’t know why I told the truth. He seemed to think I was successful with women. It wasn’t a lie I minded propagating, but for some reason, I felt a bit bad lying. My parents already thought I was a liar. I guessed that was why I was determined to tell the truth as possible.

“You…” He made a face, but then his eyes widened. “Really?”

I held out my hands helplessly. “I’m the least popular guy in school. I have no friends right now. Who did you think I’d even have a chance with? Earlier today, Daren tricked me into thinking I had a note from a girl, and then he dumped shit all over me.”

“You fell for the love note?” He asked, looking at me incredulously.

I glared at him. “I thought a strange girl I never met liked me and wanted to meet me under the bleach… ah… yeah, I see it now.”

“Pfft…” He snorted out a laugh, covering his mouth.

“Hey! Fuck off! You have a girlfriend, so you don’t have the right to talk.”

“Sort of…” He looked downcast. “She won’t do anything. Says she’s saving herself. But… she told me she’d fuck me if I had a cool car!”

“A car?” I stared at him.

“Mom’s present?” He declared. “She’s getting me a car?”

“Is that why you had to invite me?” I asked incredulously. “So that you could get a car to bang your girlfriend? … Pfft!”

It was my time to laugh. He glowered at me.

“Hey, fuck you too! Not all of us have… ahem… a nice car is something the chicks will dig.”

“Right… right…” I responded, still chuckling slightly.

“Whatever, dude…” He rolled his eyes, but he seemed to be in good humor too.

It felt good talking to him. This felt exactly like back when we were friends. However, that thought reminded me that we weren’t friends anymore, and my feelings of nostalgia deflated like a balloon.

“Did you get what we agreed on?” I asked.

His good humor went away and he scowled. “Are you that fucking desperate?”

“It’s called insurance,” I responded as my expression went dark. “All I want is for you to get off my damn back. Stop talking shit about me and stop spreading rumors. I’d ask you to just promise, but we both know that you’re a backstabbing asshole, so let’s not play stupid games. I heard you bragging that you took naughty pictures of your girlfriend. Give them to me, and as long as you don’t piss me off and stay out of my way, they’ll never see the light of day.”

“Tcht.” He clenched his teeth. “I haven’t said anything about you in over a year. If people are harassing you, maybe it’s because you’re a pri- an asshole.”

“Oh, wow, you come up with that insult on your own?” I scoffed. “You want your damn car, don’t you?”

“Whatever…”

He grunted before pausing the game and standing up. He walked over to his nightstand. Looking at the door like he thought Danielle would suddenly jump out, he carefully opened his nightstand and then handed me a folder. I chuckled and opened the folder, looking at the images inside.

“The fuck is this?” I looked through the pictures.

“You said you wanted the naughty pictures of Danielle I took.”

“She’s wearing underwear or a swimsuit in all of them,” I growled. “Where is the tits? The ass?”

“You can see her tits and ass!” He snapped. “We haven’t gotten that far yet!”

“You made it sound like you had pictures of your two fucking!” I snapped, “I at least need a picture of her pussy.”

“I already said I’m sealing the deal tonight!” He shot back. “You wanted the pictures I took, those are the pictures!”

“Fine.” I shut the folder. “It’s the same deal. You fuck me over, I release them.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He sat back down and unpaused the game.

“I’m leaving.”

“H-hey! You can’t go!” He jerked up. “Mom wants you here for my birthday. You got to stay…”

“If I’m staying, then you need to treat me like a friend.” I shot back. “You think your mom won’t notice otherwise.”

“Fuck!” He cursed. “Fine… we’ll act like friends for the rest of the party. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” I put out my hand.

The pair of us shook hands, and that moment was struck by a doorbell ringing. A group of people arrived and his mom got the door. He immediately turned off the game and stood up, fixing his collar, slicking back his hair, and then spritzing some cologne on his neck.

“How do I look?” He asked.

“Like an asshole,” I responded.

He glared at me, but his Mom’s yell stopped him from saying anything. “Stevey, I sent your guests to the backyard. Why don’t you join them?”

“I will Mom, and just call me Steve!” He shouted before glaring at me. “Just don’t embarrass me.”

He turned and walked away, and I stuck my tongue out toward his back as he left the room. After standing there for a moment, I dropped my arms and shook my head. This was going to be a long night. I should have asked for more, like free rides in his car or something. What if he wasn’t still spreading rumors? He was just one guy, and everyone else could still be trying to destroy my reputation. He wasn’t exactly popular, so it wasn’t like he could do anything about them.

I planned to use these photos of his girlfriend to blackmail him a little more. With this, I might even be able to bully him a little. I could get those car rides and even more. Thinking about that, I relaxed a bit. I took a step toward the door, but just then a large chest bumped into me.

“Ah! Mrs. Parker.” I cried out.

“Oh? Lucas? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were still here.” Steve’s Mom was standing there with a laundry basket held to her hip. “I was just getting the laundry he left behind. Oh, that reminds me, did you remember to bring swim trunks?”

“Yeah! I um… was just going to change now.” I coughed awkwardly.

“Here, you can change in the bathroom. Leave your clothes there, I’ll throw them through the wash.”

“Huh?”

She leaned forward, her ear right next to mine. “They smell kind of bad dear, my son’s clothes get like that too when he rewears stuff he left on the floor.”

I stiffened at her words, both because of how close her lips were to my ear, and also the embarrassment over the scent. I knew it was probably from the bucket of crap that had been dumped over my head before. The scent must have lingered in my hair. A dip in the pool was the best option for me now.

I didn’t explain any of this to Steve’s mom though. “I-I’ll go.”

I quickly ran to the bathroom and then pulled off my clothing. However, when I tried to put on my swim trunks, I frowned. They didn’t fit.

That wasn’t exactly true. They did fit, but my body had grown and now they fit tightly. They looked normal, but the outline of my dick ran down the side very noticeably. I didn’t understand how other guys were capable of hiding their snakes. I always had to get baggy swim trunks to hide it, which always made me look silly. I couldn’t wear ones my size, or it’d be visible and was also a bit uncomfortable.

I had gotten this last year, not realizing I must have had a growth spurt or something. They now fit me, but there was no way I could wear them. For not the first time, I wished I could just cut it off. I felt like there was some grand secret and I wasn’t left in on it. The doorbell rang several more times as more guests arrived, but I remained locked in the bathroom. I tried to reposition my dick a dozen different ways, but there was no way to prevent a massive bulge.

At that moment, there was a light knock on the door and I nearly jumped. “Y-yeah?”

“Sweetie, is there a problem? Everyone’s arrived.” Mrs. Parker’s gentle voice already made me feel bad.

“Um… I don’t have a pair of swim trunks. It turns out these are too small.”

There was a few moments of silence, and then Mrs. Parker spoke up. “That’s fine, dear. My ex-husband left some basketball shorts. You can just wear those.”

“Th-thanks.” A minute later, she returned and passed me the shorts through the door.

I looked at them and took a breath of relief. They were very baggy but had a string I could get tight enough that they wouldn’t fall off. I didn’t take off the swim trunks. Instead, I put the shorts over the trunks. This was a trick I had learned after countless bullying. Seeing big, baggy shorts, many bullies wouldn’t hesitate to pull down my pants. A second tighter pair first helped me contain my snake but also prevented me from revealing my bare ass.

Putting the shorts on and finally feeling covered, I turned to the door and opened it, only to stop short by another person standing there.

“D-Danielle?” I knew she was coming to this thing, but I was still not mentally prepared.

Although we shared a few classes, I had remained distant from her ever since she went out with Steve. Since then, our relationship has remained strained.

“Hey… Lucas.” She looked away, appearing like the same beauty I had a crush on.

Plus, she was in a two-piece swimsuit. It was at that moment I realized it was the same swimsuit she had been wearing in those lewd pictures. It was the same outfit, but in one she had been on all fours, and in another, her legs were spread open. It had a different feel, and having seen it, it gave her current appearance a more vivid feel. I gulped while I felt my snake shift slightly.

“Excuse me.” I quickly ran around her, fleeing the situation.

She looked after me as I fled, but then turned and entered the bathroom while I headed toward the backyard.

“Fuck, I’m so horny…”

When I heard those words, I couldn’t help but freeze. The words came from the kitchen. The hallway I was in was adjacent to the kitchen, and there was an open bar which created a space between the hall and the kitchen leading to the back patio. I cautiously crouched down and glanced into the kitchen, where I saw Mrs. Parker talking on the phone. It was hard to believe such a vulgar sentence came from the usually respectful mother.

“Yeah, the party is going on. Stevey and his friends are outside.” Mrs. Parker bent over, stretching her back, her butt pushing out toward me in a very erotic way.

Perhaps, It wasn’t erotic, but after the words I thought I heard, my teenage brain was already firing on all cylinders.

“How long has it been? Since the divorce… what? Not since Stevey’s dad. I know he’s an asshole who cheated on me, but that doesn’t mean I’d cheat back.” She was talking to someone else, but I couldn’t hear their side of it as she let out laughter. “You’re so bad… they’re just kids… Yeah, I guess Stevey is getting to that age… Well, he better not get any before me! Hahaha!”

I gulped, feeling like I was in a situation I shouldn’t be in. This was one of those adult conversations, and it was disrespectful to listen in on it. Feeling a bit of panic, I started to sneak past the kitchen, almost crawling on the ground so she couldn’t see me as I fled outside.

“What do I want? At least, six inches.” She let out another laugh as she continued talking. “You’re so bad… seriously? He’s that big? Eight inches? You lucky bitch. Stan was barely four inches. I’d love something bigger. Too big? Shut up. I want a stallion!”

As she laughed again, I nearly tripped as I inadvertently heard her conversation. What were they talking about with sizes? Her words were confusing, but I was sure they were lewd. I felt like they contained some secret in them that I had been missing. I had stopped moving and started leaning toward the kitchen, listening for more.

“What are you doing?” A voice asked behind me.

I jumped, knocking over a stool I had been leaning on. Spinning around, I saw Danielle behind me, a small frown on her face. When I looked back at the kitchen, Mrs. Parker was standing and looking my way too. She didn’t seem embarrassed, just surprised. My face, on the other hand, turned red.

“Um… sorry…” I quickly muttered and then fled through the back door.

I came out into the backyard, where a dozen people were jumping into the pool. It was late in the year, and although it was still warm out, the sun had already started to set. The pool had numerous lights illuminating it, so along with the streamers and balloons, it gave the entire place a party feel.  Behind me, Danielle followed out the sliding door, still looking at me awkwardly. Steve narrowed his eyes in my direction as he saw us together.

“Hey, since everyone’s here, let’s get this party started.” A guy suddenly spoke up before I could even head for the pool. “Let’s play a game.”

“Wh-what game?” A girl asked nervously.

“Spin the bottle.”

Previous – Table of Contents – Next

Previous – Table of Contents – Next

“I’m so glad that you and Steven made up. You’ve seemed so down since the pair of you stopped hanging out.” Mom declared as she served up a pre-bought casserole she heated in the oven.

It was supposed to be my job to have turned the oven on and tossed it in. That way, we would have been able to eat at a decent time. I had been distracted by the love letter and got home late, only to need to take a shower. I had forgotten, and my stepdad didn’t do anything to rectify that situation. As a result, by the time the casserole was done, it was already dark out.

I sat at the table with the invitation in my hands. Mom tried to engage in conversation since my stepdad never showed a single ounce of interest in anything I did. I wasn’t interested in talking, and I didn’t want to explain the situation to any of them. Thankfully, I was saved by the door opening. A girl walked in, my stepsister.

She was wearing a miniskirt and a blouse. The skirt was barely enough to cover her butt and the blouse was open enough to show a fair amount of cleavage. She also wore heavy makeup and had her hair up. It was pretty provocative, and her dad constantly chided her for wearing outfits like it, but she worked at a restaurant that hired provocative waitresses. I had never entered the restaurant, but I had seen her walk out with some of her coworkers. I’d say she dressed rather modestly compared to some of the other girls. The less they wore, often the bigger tips they’d get.

“What are you all doing up?” She asked.

“Jenna,” Dad smiled. “We’re having a late supper. Why don’t you join us?”

She made a face, clearly uninterested in his suggestion. “No thanks, I need to clean up.”

His smile diminished slightly, but he shrugged. “Whatever you need, sweetie. We’ll leave you a plate in the fridge.”

She didn’t respond, already heading upstairs with heavy steps. Even though she was eighteen and had no plans to go to college, her dad was still letting her live here rent-free. He didn’t even ask anything of her. Meanwhile, I had a list of chores a mile long. If I came home past dinner, there would never be a plate waiting for me. There would just be a lecture.

“I’m done,” I responded, not feeling like eating anymore.

I put the plate in the sink and rinsed it before leaving. I was going to go do my night crunches. I may not be as physically fit as I was when I was in sports, but I still maintained my body a little bit. I did crunches in the morning and the evening. It was enough it kept my stomach flat, with maybe the hint of muscle if I flexed hard. Despite everything that had happened, I still wanted to look my best, just in case my luck ever changed. I still combed my hair, ate reasonably, and showered properly.

“Make sure to do the dishes before you go to sleep.” Mom ordered.

I slowed down and sighed. “Yes, mom.”

It wasn’t my job today, but I knew if I argued it’d only get me a speech about being ungrateful. I left the kitchen and began walking upstairs. As I reached the second floor, I heard the faint sound of water running. I realized that Jenna was in the bathroom. At the same time, I remembered that I had forgotten to put on my deodorant. I didn’t want to do my crunches without deodorant on, or I’d smell like a goat tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to live down smelling bad at school, especially after the prank they pulled earlier.

I began walking to the bathroom, intending to knock, but two things caught my notice. The first was that the door was open just a crack. The second was that there was a noise I could hear just under the sound of water. It was a vibrating sound.

“Haaah…” I heard a feminine voice come from the bathroom.

I leaned closer to the door, and I could hear an even more distinct buzz sound along with heavy breathing. What was she doing in there? Was she using a razor? It sort of sounded like one, but I didn’t get why she was breathing so hard. My curiosity got the better of me, and I gently touched the door, opening it enough that I could see the mirror. After tilting my head, a reflection of my sister appeared in the mirror.

She was standing in front of the toilet facing the mirror. She had a towel wrapped around her body, but she had one leg up on the bathtub and it caused the towel to lift. Her vagina was exposed, but she seemed to be doing something to it. She had some kind of long vibrating plastic thing which she was pushing in and out of herself. As my brain started to put things together, her eyes seemed to raise as if she had sensed something.

If I could see her in the reflection, that meant she could see me as well. Our eyes met for just a moment, and then she let out a scream. I let out a curse, running to my room and closing the door.

“What happened?” I heard her dad bellow, his feet thudding up the stairway quickly.

I turned and locked the door, and then tossed myself on the bed, putting the pillow over my head. I was trying to process what I had just seen. It had only been a second, but the image of my sister standing there naked was glued into my mind. Yet, that picture was a mess. I didn’t even look at her breasts. She had a hand up on her chest and my eyes had been focused on what she was doing down there. It’s not like I never had a health class, I knew that was a female vagina, it had just caught me by surprise.

She was putting something inside and outside. Wasn’t that some kind of sex toy? My sister was using a sex toy? What did they call those things that vibrated? Oh, duh… vibrators. She was using a vibrator. Holy crap, the first vagina I ever saw was my sister’s. That’s fucked up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The door was struck so hard that it nearly broke open. I came out of my mental break and looked up at the door, feeling an ounce of fear.

“Open the damn door!” I heard my stepdad roar.

I had never heard him so angry before. What did she tell him? She was the one who decided to get naked with the door open! How was it my fault?

Bang! Bang!

“What’s going on?” I heard my mom coming up the stairs thanks to the commotion.

“It’s your son!” I heard him speak.

He didn’t yell at Mom, but he still spoke loud enough that I could hear him through the door, even with his back turned speaking to Mom.

“What did Lucas do now?” She asked with a sigh.

“He was peeping on his sister naked. She says he even had his dick out and was touching himself.”

What the hell?

I opened my mouth to shout that it was a lie, but then I realized it didn’t matter. It’d be her word against mine, and there was no chance that they would take my word.

“Honey… he’s a young boy…” Mom stated.

I wanted to feel good that she was defending me, but didn’t she believe everything he said? She did not doubt that I did something that was perverted, even though it wasn’t the truth. I shook visibly, my hands in tight balls. I wanted to punch something, but there was nothing in my room I could afford to damage.

“That little freak better stay the hell away from my daughter!” He snapped. “He’s a deviant.”

“Sweetie…” Mom sounded hurt. “Why are you saying this?”

I stood up and walked over to the door. I reached out, but I wasn’t able to grab the doorknob. My body just couldn’t put myself out there.

“It’s about time someone told you. Your kid is a sexual deviant. He’s looked at Jenna before, and he came home smelling like… like he just had a golden shower.”

What’s a golden shower?

“Ah… that. I had no clue…”

“Our only chance is to restrict his freedoms. Tomorrow, I’m going to remove that lock from his door. He must come home straight after school, and work until his bedtime.”

“That’s a bit extreme.”

“Do you want him to turn out strange?” Dad asked.

“O-of course not.”

“Then, just trust me. This is the last chance… otherwise, I won’t allow him in the same house as my daughter.”

“What do you mean?”

“If he fucks up again, I’m going to send him to military school. Starting tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? But what about his friend’s party.”

“Naturally, he can’t go!”

“You don’t understand, he stopped hanging out with his friends. They were a good influence on him. It’ll be good for him.”

A moment of silence. “Fine, he can go to that friend’s party. Maybe, if he meets some girl his age, he’ll ruin her with that thing instead of my daughter.”

“Huh?”

“N-nothing! Ahem… I’ll do the dishes tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I remembered it was my night to do it anyway.”

I heard their voices trailing away, and then I turned and leaned against my door. It was hard to say where my mind was at. Military school? I suddenly wished my stepdad could go back to ignoring me. Meanwhile, by lying whore of a sister ruined my life, all because she was too dumb to close a damn door. I felt anger, frustration, and helplessness.

In the end, I went to bed without doing my crunches, falling into a fitful sleep. I woke up to the sounds of a screwdriver buzzing. It took me a few moments to realize that it was my door. My stepdad wasn’t wasting any time. He was taking off my doorknob and replacing it with a lockless variety. He had managed to get the door open. It wasn’t hard. If he had wanted to last night, all he would have needed was a paperclip. I sat up in bed, watching him.

He continued to work silently for a bit, but he finally paused, letting out a deep breath. “You heard everything last night?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I meant every word of it. You’re not going to perve on my daughter anymore. I know boys like you masturbate constantly and look up pervy magazines, but when it’s gotten to the point where you hurt family, you went too far. She was so upset about it that I had to give her a hundred dollars just so she could get some mall therapy. You’re lucky she is so easy to please. As for you, you better stop having such wicked thoughts, or it really will be military school.”

He finished his talk with that. It was the closest I had ever gotten to a talk about the birds and the bees with either parent. It was too bad it was made up of a bunch of assumptions. First off, I didn’t own any pervy magazines. I didn’t even know how to go about obtaining them. My friends all had the internet, and when it came to porn, they got it from there. I had managed to avoid porn my whole life, and I certainly didn’t touch myself.

Honestly, until very recently, whenever I got hard, my head would get a little woozy, and I didn’t like the feeling. I had tried to touch myself a few times, but it usually resulted in me passing out. It had only been since my last growth spurt that an erection didn’t put me to sleep! As a result, I had avoided them most of my life. Plus, after being caught my first time by my stepdad and having that change our relationship forever, I had a bit of trauma when it came to that stuff.

My stepdad finished the installation, and without another word, got up and left me alone. Even though I couldn’t lock my door anymore, I still didn’t want to do anything. I remained there until around noon time when my mother called me down. I walked down, afraid that she was going to lecture me as well. I was surprised when she pushed a big wrapped present in my hand. It took me a moment to notice the label had my name as “from”, not “to”.

“It’s a gift for Steve.” Mom declared. “The party is an hour. You should go get ready. You’ll need your swimsuit too.”

I nodded and returned upstairs. My eyes fell on the bathroom, and the flash of my sister’s body appeared in my mind. I looked away. We’d be in a pool, so I didn’t need to shower to get ready. Instead, I went into my room and got dressed. I did my morning crunches, even though I had slept through the morning and it was the afternoon now. When I was done with that, I checked myself in the mirror. I wasn’t a narcissist or anything. I was just making sure nothing looked weird… well, anything except for my penis.

I pulled out my swim shorts and awkwardly put them on. It was harder to find a pair than one would think. I had tried a few others, and the tip of my dick seemed to always appear out the bottom. In the end, I had to get long basketball-shorts-style swim trunks before I felt like it was properly contained and I wouldn’t accidentally flash someone. I also had to get a dark black pair out of very baggy material, because anything else would show an outline of it. I wondered what other guys did. There had to be some kind of trick to it, but I couldn’t ask my stepdad, especially now, and I had no guy friends I could ask such a personal question.

When I was finished fixing up my hair with gel, Mom was already calling me to go. Since I had been grounded for everything, this was probably the last time I’d be allowed out of the house in a long while. It was a shame that it was to go to a person I hated’s party only to hang out with more people I hated. Then again, after I remembered the promise I made Steve keep, this might be a more entertaining party than I thought. A small smile formed on my lips.

With that, we left for the car and began the drive over to his place. On the way, Mom gave me a glance from the side.

“Honey, are you doing okay?” She asked while continuing to watch the road and drive.

“Yeah Mom, why?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I know, I haven’t been there much for you these last few years. It’s just, things have been difficult with work. I just want you to know that things will get better, eventually. You’ll get through this puberty thing, someday.”

“Mom…” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

She laughed as she slowed down and stopped the car. We were in front of his house. I hadn’t been over here in years. I felt a bit of excitement and anticipation. Mom told me to have her mom call her when I was ready to be picked up, and I gave her a wave and left with Steve’s present in hand. Part of me wanted to open his present and keep whatever Mom had gotten for me. I didn’t care about Steve at all, and I was only there to try to have fun at his expense. In the end, as I looked down at the present I shook my head. I wasn’t a thief.

I must have been waiting at the front door too long because it unexpectedly opened up. My eyes immediately fell on two large boobs. I looked down, instantly, feeling embarrassed that I had even accidently seen her.

“Hello, Mrs. Parker.”

Her red curly hair was tied back, and she was wearing a bikini that exposed a lot of her skin. She was a beautiful and mature woman with pale skin and freckles. She had a curvy mom’s body and a pretty face. Her chest was probably size D, definitely big when compared to most of the high school girls I’d seen.

“You’re a bit early.” Steve’s mom smiled. “Is that a present for my Stevey?”

“Ah, yeah…” I held it out, and she gestured to the table. “You can put it over there. Stevey is in his room playing video games right now. I’m getting the party ready now. Why don’t you go play with Stevey while I get things set up.”

Video games… that was right. I had almost forgotten about video games. Mom would never buy a system for me, so the only times I had ever gotten to touch a video game was when I went to Steve’s house. That was one of the many things I had lost when our friendship was destroyed.

I left Steve’s mom in the kitchen and started walking through the house. I was very familiar with this place. I had practically lived here for a few summers. Playing video games, and swimming in the pool, our friendship had been a lot of fun. Then again, those were things I got from him. As for what I could provide him, I had nothing but my friendship. In the end, that hadn’t been enough. I realized that no one gave something for nothing. It was a philosophy that I lived by.

I finally reached Steve’s room, and there I saw him sitting in the middle of his floor on a square carpet looking up at his thirty-two-inch television in his room as he played games. In some ways, it almost felt like things hadn’t changed. Yet, I knew deep down that everything was different.

Previous – Table of Contents – Next