My Sister Made Me Ch. 13

He gave her an incredulous look. "Hell, that's easy. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, by a long shot. You're funny as hell. You can beat my ass at video games. You get me so damn turned on that I'm on a hair trigger. Shit I was jerking off in bed last night and I barely touched myself I was cumming so fast, and I'm never done that quick!"

She was touched by his words and amused at his revelation. Apparently, he wasn't done though.

"When I'm around you, I'm much more confident that I ever was before. You infuriate me in the best fucking way when you don't respond to my advances, and when you do, I don't know what the fuck to do with myself. Every time I see you, I want to make take my time and make love to you, but hurry up and fuck your brains out at the same time! Seeing you tease and taunt the other guys just makes me want you more; and that's never happened before. If any other chick I've been into had done that... I'd have ghosted from the start."

He finally stopped talking and sighed hard, dropping his head in an appearance of defeat. A few seconds of silence passed between them before he spoke again.

"You had me wrapped around your finger so easily, but you make me feel like I'm the one that's in charge. You're just... perfect," he said, looking up at her. "Fuck, I sound like Beck."

No one had ever called her perfect, and she was struck at how honest and vulnerable he was in that moment. Surging forward, she grabbed him and kissed him, not caring in the least who might see. Stepping back a second later, she put a hand up to his chest to stop his advance.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I like you too."

He chuckled, then sighed. Leaning back against his car, he rubbed his face and shook his head. "God, I'm a pussy."

She smirked. "Total pussy, but for what it's worth, that was probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever told me," she said. "But you realize that you're asking me to stay with your friend, just so you can get with me behind his back, don't you?"

Bryce chuckled. "I know, I know. I'm an asshole. But... the guy is happy, and he doesn't get much play. Girls just don't come back when he either gives them the full-court press about commitment, or they fuck him and find out he's terrible. Me and the others have tried to help him, but he just doesn't fuckin' listen."

"Ohh," she said, smirking at him. "So, this is just so he can keep getting in my panties?"

He chuckled and shrugged. "I'm a good friend, what can I say?"

"Asking a girl that you're obviously head over heels for to stay with her dipshit current boyfriend so you can flirt and fuck me behind his back," she said.

"And keep fucking him too, don't forget," he added.

"Right yeah, forgot that one," she said rolling her eyes and sighing in amusement.

"Come on, you know you'll enjoy the games," he said. "Can you the fun mischief we can make together?"

She felt a surge of excitement push through her, and she moaned, despite her attempts to control herself. Closing her eyes and sighing as she shook her head, she opened them a second later and looked up at him.

"I know," he said, snapping his fingers. "I'll be the one to surrender and beg you."

Surprised, she looked at him quizzically. "You'll admit that you lose, and I win? And before you get any further in my panties, you'll beg me?"

"I'll beg you in front of my mom and dad, my high school principal, the guy who beat me up in third grade, all while wearing a fuckin' dress," he said. "Absolutely fucking yes."

She giggled, wanting nothing more than to kiss his stupidly cute arrogant face. "Good," she said. "Cuz you're not getting in these panties again without me hearing it."

The confidence seemed to return to him then, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Wanna bet?"

Laughing for a moment, she stopped and looked at him pointedly, silently daring him to come and do so right then. He stoically stood his ground though, and she was mildly impressed.

"You're not gonna come over and give it a shot?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm gonna win you the right way, baby," he told her.

Giggling, she rolled her eyes and turned away. "Stop flashing that adorable fucking smile at me, and go home... asshole," she said, turning back and gifting him a wink.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Bye handsome," she replied, shaking her head in amusement and sliding into her car reluctantly. He waved adorably and watched as she started the car and pulled out.

*****

Sam

Note, this picks up where the previous POV chapter for Samantha left off, just after Kelly and Duncan realize who she is.

Cringing inside and hating herself for her rampantly whorish behavior, Sam gripped the steering wheel as she drove, not really having a destination.

"Damn you Keith," she said, slapping the steering wheel.

For about half an hour, she drove aimlessly, pulling onto the loop and just cruising around the city. A calm eventually settled over her, and she thought back to how incredibly understanding and nice both Duncan and Kelly had been.

The red head especially, she felt, was more than gracious when Duncan told her what a dirty slut Sam had been. Embarrassment hammered back into her again when she thought of the look on his face when he opened the door, and the realization of her fuck-up.

Forcing all of the emotions back down, she pushed them into a little ball of hatred, deep in her gut. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. After cooling down for a bit, she finally made the turn to head for home, and pulled in, quietly heading inside.

Her dad was up, and she waved when he came to see who was coming in so late. She looked at the clock and saw that it was after 1:00.

"Hey sugar," he said, rubbing his eyes. He'd obviously been sleeping on his easy chair. "You okay?"

She nodded, seeing the caring look on his face. Something inside her broke, and she rushed over to hug him, her shoulders shaking with unabashed sobs.

"Did something happen Sam?" he asked, kissing her head and stroking her hair. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her face still buried in his chest, then forced herself to stop the bullshit and collect her damn self.

"I gotta be honest kiddo, you're worrying your old man," he said, looking goofily down at her.

She sighed, then laughed lightly, hugging him. "I'm okay daddy," she said. "I... I broke up with Keith."

"Oh, honey," he said, hugging her tightly again. "What happened?"

She hesitated before answering. What could she possibly tell him that wouldn't be a gut punch and hurt him deeply?

"It was just time," she said eventually. "He's just... he's..."

"He's moving in a different direction?" he offered.

Thankful for the lifeline, she took it gratefully. "Yes," she said, nodding. "Exactly."

"Did you do the breaking up or did he?" he asked. "If that's not prying, that is."

She shook her head. "I guess I did," she said, honestly not knowing. "But he said some hurtful things that I didn't think I'd ever hear from him."

Her dad sighed, kissing her head again. "I'm sorry, hon."

A silence enveloped the two as she clung to him desperately, needing to feel her dad's protective aura.

"You know," he said, leaning back and brushing a tear from her cheek. "Your dad is a doctor. I know how to kill someone without being caught."

She looked at him curiously. He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned widely at her, obviously trying to make her laugh.

She giggled, then took a deep breath and nuzzled his chest again. His warmth began to seep into her and she began to feel better.

"I appreciate the thought," she said.

"Well, at least let your brothers go and beat him up," he suggested.

She giggled at the notion, then realized that Dane already had. She looked up at him, then squeezed him tightly again.

"You want me to hold you for a bit on the couch?" he asked. "I know I'm not as good as Dane at snugglebunnies, but I could pinch-hit for him."

She nodded, figuring that she could go for that. "I'll go put on my pjs and join you in a minute," she said.

He winked, nodded, and turned, heading to the living room. Feeling a little juvenile and foolish, she turned, but quickly dismissed the feelings and went upstairs, quickly changing before hurrying back downstairs. Her dad had put the TV on an old movie and was laying down, scrunched into the back of the giant couch. Happily she dove into the open arms of her father, scootching her butt back and sighing in contentment as she laid on a pillow he'd set out for her. After a few seconds, she felt him start to stroke her hair, and soon fell fast asleep.

**

Sweat soaked her back and made the shirt she was wearing stick to her. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was nearly 3 in the morning and started to move. Something stopped her though.

Behind her, Dane was erect again, his cock seemingly knowing exactly the wrong place to be for a nearly constantly horny girl like her to be able to stand. Whimpering inside, she fought an urge down to just say, "Fuck it," and push him inside of her, consequences be damned.

Her common sense wasn't asleep though, and she extricated herself, glancing down at the cock, still covered by pajama bottoms but sticking out lewdly, that had been doing such deliciously naughty things to her softer parts.

Her mouth watered at the sight of the bulge, and she instinctively reached out, snatching her hand back an inch away from groping it as a rumbling snore made her jump. Realization slammed into then as she remembered that Dane didn't snore that loudly. Her Dad did though.

"FUCK" she thought.

Automatically looking down again, she saw the length and width clearly outlined by his pajama bottoms and winced, closing her eyes and standing. She forced herself to quietly but quickly go upstairs and shut the door behind her.

Sitting on her bed, she took a deep breath and counted to ten, trying to focus her emotions. Playing the scene back over in her head, she was able to see the humor in it, and covered her mouth with a resigned sigh.

The day had been fucked up enough, she realized. It was time to go to bed. Stripping down to her panties, she wondered what fucked up thing would happen to her in the middle of the night and climbed in under the sheets.

**

Kneeling... no... she was sitting. Yes... sitting on the seat. A giant cock slid weirdly through the wood of the door, then into her mouth and didn't stop. It was pumping cum constantly, a thick flow that she was gulping down as it slid down her throat to her stomach, and then kept going. She could feel it worming its way through her guts, pumping cum all the way down.

Whimpering, she sat up in bed and yelled, "Fuck you!" to no one.

Realizing that she'd been dreaming, she took a second to recover, then sighed and reclined back in bed. Checking the clock, she saw that it was early on Sunday morning. Her phone was buzzing, and she saw a message from Kara.

"Fuck," she said. "No... no..."

Sighing, she opened the message and read it.

"Honey, please don't think that I'd be mad at you for something like what happened. Duncan and Kelly are good people and they're just worried about you. You gave them a strange evening last night, and they told me only because they were concerned. Talk to me when you can. Love you! - Kara"

Relief washing over her, Sam suddenly felt silly for thinking that Kara would stop being her friend. Starting her reply three times, she sighed and took a deep breath, calming herself.

"I'm happy to come over and explain," she said. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," Kara replied quickly. "Let me make sure that we're not going anywhere."

"Okay," she replied. Five minutes later, Kara sent back that it was fine to come over that morning.

Sam looked at the clock and gave herself thirty minutes, then texted Kara and let her know. Resolute in explaining her insanity to the good people that Kara was involved with, Sam immediately got up and went to get dressed.

The drive wasn't too far to their house, and pulling in she saw Kara's car, along with a few others, and verified by seeing the "Thomas" on the mailbox. Walking up to the door, she saw Kara come out, looking adorable in clothes that weren't a uniform. After greeting her friend, she went inside and met up with Duncan and Kelly again, feeling a bit weird but steeling her resolve and desperately hoping that she could fix the situation.

Feeling much stronger than she had in a while, she joined the three in the living room and explained the entire story, as she'd been having to do recently, as plainly as she could. Kelly was as emotional as Kara had been the first time she'd heard it, but Duncan looked more like what she'd expected from Keith. Pissed. Taking comfort in the knowledge that he was a decent guy, she was touched when he knelt in front of her and grabbed her hands, his handsome blue eyes piercing straight through her as he spoke.

He seemed to say all the right things, and that it wasn't her fault. She found that that sentiment stuck with her the most. By the end of the story, she felt a kind of catharsis wash over her. The only surprising moment was when Kelly mentioned having heard from her husband that he'd said that her blowjob was the best that he'd ever received. Unable to control herself, she'd giggled like a little girl and asked, "Really?"

The fact that Kelly hadn't been upset by hearing that was surprising, but she doubted that the pretty wife would make something like that up.

After saying their goodbyes, Sam, feeling better about her life than she had in a while, headed home and relaxed in her room for a while.

Early that afternoon, her phone buzzed from an incoming text message. Snoozing lightly on her bed, she sighed and leaned over, grabbing it and seeing the poop emoji pop up as the contact picture for who had sent her the text message. It was Keith. In a moment of irritated childishness, she'd switched his picture to that and deleted all his previous text messages to her.

"I owe you an explanation, if you want to hear it," it said.

She stared hard at the screen of her phone. Not sure if she still cared or not, she hesitated before responding.

"You stood me up," she sent, but immediately felt that it wasn't venomous and hateful enough.

"I know," he replied. "I was still upset."

She sighed. He didn't sound apologetic at all.

"What do you want?" she sent.

"Five minutes," he said. "I'm out front."

Standing, she walked into the hallway and looked into Alex's room, seeing that she wasn't there. She then went inside to look out her window, it being one of the few that looked out front on the second floor of the house. Sure enough, his little car was out front, and he was sitting inside of it.

Swearing softly, she sighed and turned, heading to pop on some sandals, then went down to see what he wanted. Walking quickly up to him, she tried to wipe the irritation on her face off and stood there with her arms crossed.

"Is your face okay?" he asked.

She sighed. "What do you want?" she asked.

He sighed and frowned. "I just wanted to say that I don't have an excuse for why I didn't show up. I drove by twice and saw you sitting there, and I couldn't do it. I think I just wanted to be mad at you still. I was hurt."

She hadn't expected that, but it didn't make things any easier.

"I love you, but I don't know what to do or what to say. I don't know how I can forgive you or move past this."

She'd expected some kind of pull on her emotions when she heard him say, "I love you," but there was nothing. It stunned her for a second and it was only after she recovered that she realized what he'd also said.

He thought she wanted his forgiveness.

"You know," she said. "Ever since all of this happened with that asshole, I've been mad at you. I loved you," she said, emphasizing the past tense, "but I was still upset. I get that I fucked up and was naive and stupid. But when I told you what happened, you screamed at me."

Again, she expected some kind of reaction from herself, she expected tears. But there was nothing.

"It's really shitty to think that I want your forgiveness. That's NOT why I told you."

He sighed, shaking his head. "My girlfriend told me that she cheated on me."

"I told you that another man manipulated me into sexual favors, and you fucking yelled at me, called me a liar, and a whore," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said, sighing deeply.

"You weren't supportive, you weren't understanding. You were mean and hateful. Do you have any idea what I've been through, you self-righteous jackass?"

"Sam," he stammered.

"You defended the son of a bitch that did it!" she said loudly.

"Because I trusted him, just like you did!" he yelled back.

Stunned, she stepped back. Stepping up and kneeling down in front of her, he grabbed her knees, his face streaked with tears.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so, so sorry."

She shook her head, looking away from him.

"I hate myself for what I said. I'm not asking for you to take me back, just don't hate me, please."

Finally, the iron armor that was encasing her heart broke a little, and she felt pity for him. Pity gave way to regret, and she sighed, putting her hands on his head and stroking his hair.

"I don't hate you, Keith," she said.

He was crying, kneeling there on the ground in front of her house. She stood there, gently stroking his head for a minute, until she heard the front door open.

"Fuck," she said, glancing back.

Her eyes going wide, she saw Dane striding purposefully toward them, mayhem on his face.

"No," she said, turning and running up, her hand on his chest.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE," he yelled, pointing his finger at Keith.

Moving deftly around her, he got to within a foot of Keith before she had yanked him back and stood in front of him.

"DANE, I AM HANDLING THIS!" she yelled, anger clear on her face.

He continued to scowl at Keith, then slowly turned and looked at Sam.

"I'm okay," she said. "Go."

Without another word, her protective older brother turned and went up to the house. Instead of going inside, though, he stood outside the front door and waited. Sighing, she turned and looked down at her ex-boyfriend.

"So where does that leave us?" he asked, wiping his face.

"I don't know, Keith," she said. "I honestly don't know. You have no idea how deep you hurt me, treating me like you did after I was manipulated and abused. I don't know that I'll ever be able to look at you the same way."

He nodded, sighing. "I know. I can only say that I'm sorry. I did this to myself, and I'm going to have to live with the consequences. Just... let me know when you figure it out, okay?"

She steeled her resolve, nodding after a few seconds of angry silence. Turning without another word, he got in his car and she spun around to head back to the house. Seeing her coming, Dane waited for her to stomp past him, then went into the house behind her as Keith pulled out.

Not waiting for Dane, she hurried upstairs and went to her room, irritated that Keith had ruined her day. Laying on her bed, she spent the next couple of hours thinking things over, but unable to come to any definite answers. Her phone buzzed again, close to dinner time, and she sighed in irritation and rolled over to check the message.

"Hey Sam," said the message. "It's Brandon."

She snickered, more than happy to distract herself with the absurdly cute mega-flirt.

"Hey there. Been having a crappy day so it's good to hear a friendly voice."

"Sorry to hear that," he replied. "Unfortunately, I come bearing possible bad news."

She sighed. "What now, the world ending?"

"No, but I don't think this is something you're going to like," he said. "Is this you?"

There were a few seconds of waiting and then a website link appeared on her phone. She clicked it curiously and a sinking feeling set in. The phone opened the web browser and spent a few seconds going to the link. It was a video. The first thing she saw was the title, Naive Blonde Schoolgirl Facefuck Frenzy.