Chapter 12: Casual Sex

FEBRUARY 2002, SENIOR YEAR

"Adrienne! Let me in!" My hand hurt. Actually, both my hands hurt. Heel, knuckles, didn't matter. I'd been hammering the unyielding wood long enough that I was sure I'd be terribly bruised by tomorrow morning.

You might say that the doorbell would be more effective. Maybe. I'd used the doorbell, to no avail. But then I quit. It just felt more ... penitent ... to use my bare hands.

She never let me in.

Adrienne couldn't avoid me completely at school. Lynne and Heather greeted me with smiles as I arrived before class, but Adrienne just picked up her books and started walking away.

Heather stared at her friend's retreating back in confusion and asked, "What's going on?"

Lynne frowned. "Ben. Did you break her again?"

So Adrienne at least hadn't told them anything. I sighed and hustled after Adrienne, calling over my shoulder, "It's complicated."

I did finally catch up to her, but it was as if I didn't exist. She wouldn't look at me. When I pleaded in her ear, she just ignored me. When I stepped in front of her, she went around me. And when we got to her first period, I followed her in and crouched next to her deskchair while she stared blankly straight ahead.

I felt the stares of fifteen other students, all looking at me funny. My ears started burning. I was too embarrassed to keep pleading verbally, but I put my hand on top of hers and just stared intently, willing her to respond.

She didn't. Eventually, I had to get up and hustle to my own class.

At the break between second and third periods, Adrienne had at least told her friends to keep me away. Lynne stopped me ten feet away from my target. "She doesn't want to talk to you, Ben."

I looked over the petite brunette's shoulder at my fallen angel. Her golden hair was dulled. The light in her eyes gone. Her face was drawn into a perpetual frown. "Has she told you what's going on?" I asked.

Lynne sighed and looked down. "No. She barely talks. She just said you hurt her deeper than she thought possible."

I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

"Ben, what's going on?" Lynne asked with obvious concern.

I gritted my teeth and looked skyward, exhaling painfully. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I ... I just can't, Lynne."

She sighed again and looked back at her friend. "I can't help what I don't understand, Ben."

"I know."

"Still ... I'll try."

I exhaled again, the brief glimmer of something positive doing wonders for my spirits. "Thanks."

Adrienne didn't join us for lunch. After perpetually being attached to my hip since Thanksgiving, her absence was clearly noted by my other friends.

"Trouble in paradise?" Cassidy asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," I answered gruffly.

"You still claiming you and Adrienne weren't together?" she persisted. Her past tense was unmistakeable.

"I'm NOT. Talking. About it. Freckles," I barked a little too harshly. Cassidy shied back and Elaine shot me an evil glare. I sighed and hung my head, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.

"You know you can trust us, Ben," Megan offered.

"We're your friends," Abbie Sanders added while nudging her new boyfriend Kenny to say something. He was, after all, supposed to be my best bud.

Allie was seated beside me and she just reached over to rub my hand on top of the table. Everyone noticed the moisture in my eyes.

I glanced skyward, hoping to negate gravity's pull on my tears. They were my friends. I could trust them. But not with this ... Not with this ... How do you tell your friends you're in trouble because you got caught screwing your little sister?

Without another word, I picked up my food and stood up, turning away from the table.

"Hey Ben! Where you going?" Kenny called as I started walking.

I didn't answer, instead going over by the cheerleader table where Adrienne was morosely silent but cocooned amongst her girls. Selecting a spot perhaps thirty feet away, I sat down where I knew I would be in her view, staring mournfully with my best imitation of a puppy dog's face. There I spent the rest of the lunch break.

She never looked at me even once.

Adrienne finally cracked after the end of classes. And I mean cracked.

The instant the bell rang, I bolted for Adrienne's car in the parking lot. When she arrived, I blocked the driver's door, not letting her get in. Still refusing to talk to me, she simply climbed in the passenger side of the car and slipped into the driver's seat from there.

Whimpering in pain, I moved behind the car itself. Feeling tears of desperation rolling down my cheeks, I swore to myself she'd have to run me over to pull out of the parking spot.

Fortunately, it didn't come to that. After honking a few times and even revving the engine while in park, Adrienne finally opened her window, and barked, "Get in the car, Ben."

At first, I thought it was just a ruse to get me out of the way so she could back out, so I refused to budge.

Exasperated, she finally shut down the engine and reached across herself to open the passenger door. Eyeing the opening, I calculated that she couldn't restart the car and move into reverse before I jumped in, so I sprinted for it. Adrienne didn't even bother trying to outrace me.

When I was safely beside her, I pleaded, "Adrienne, let me explain."

"Explain what, Ben!" she choked, tears already reforming in her eyes. "Did I or did I not catch you with your dick inside your little sister?"

"It's not like that!"

"Then WHAT'S it like? Huh? You fucked around on me, Ben!"

"Is that what you're mad about?" I asked, feeling a mild pang of relief. This would be so much easier if it were just a matter of cheating. "You said I could screw whomever I want!"

"I didn't mean your SISTER!" Adrienne screamed loud enough that I feared she could be heard even outside the car. In a panic, I spun my head around, looking to see if any other students heard her.

"FUCK Kady, Ben! I don't care! I thought she was a dyke but I don't care! Fuck Helene! Fuck Chelsie Lennis! Even fucking fuck Donna Kincaid, Ben! I don't CARE!" She was bawling now. "But how the fuck could you do that to Brooke? Don't I give you enough? What the FUCK is WRONG with you?"

My mind was racing, trying to belatedly keep up with her questions. "Of course you do! And there's nothing wrong with what Brooke and I are doing!"

"EVERYTHING is wrong! Did you force her? I'll bet you forced her!"

"NO! Are you crazy?"

"Of course you did! All big brothers are the same! Just fucking PERVERTS!"

"Adrienne, no!"

"First it's just the hands; they just want to hold your hand. Then it's your arms, and your shoulders," Adrienne intoned rapidly, her eyes wide as she stared straight out the windshield. "You think, oh, this isn't so bad. So what if he's patting my ass. He's just being friendly and brotherly. No, it isn't so bad."

"Adrienne!" I whimpered. But she couldn't hear me anymore.

"And then he wants to touch your skin. The small of your back. Just rubbing, just rubbing. Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! He just loves you! He loves you more than you know!"

"Adrienne..." I pleaded, shaking her arm. Her eyes were wild, her movements robotic. She was scaring me.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Make it stop! It's INSIDE me! What is that? Why is this happening? Why is it inside me? It HURTS! Why is he doing this? Oww! Oww! Why? Why?"

"Adrienne!" I yelled, wrapping my arms around her in a big hug.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Adrienne screamed so loud I thought she shattered my eardrum. She jerked violently, trying to throw me off of her body. Her arms and legs flailed, kicking the door, the center console, honking the horn. "RAPE!!! RAPE!!!"

Ah, SHIT. I let go of her immediately, eyes darting around to see that a few students outside WERE coming to investigate the rocking car with its honking horn.

Adrienne started punching and shoving me, pushing me back toward the passenger door. "You stay the FUCK away from me!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, clamping both hands over her ears with her eyes pinched shut.

"Adrienne!"

"AUUGGGHHH!!!" She shrieked unceasingly, squalling like a colicky baby with one hand over her left ear and her right hand jabbing towards the door.

"Okay! Okay!" I yelled and opened the door, getting out. But that wasn't good enough. She kept screaming and shrieking until I just closed the door and backed away.

The Mustang's engine roared to life. I had to flatten myself against the next car to avoid getting my feet run over as she backed out in a hurry, turned, and then sped away down the parking lot, scattering students in her wake.

I half ran down the aisle after her, quitting after twenty or so paces. Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh, this was BAD.

A random guy walked up to me, staring after the red Mustang as it turned onto the street and peeled out with burning rubber. "Trouble in paradise, man?"

"Fuck off," I growled, coming THIS close to just decking him and getting it over with.

I spent Friday night under a dark cloud, radiating 'get-the-fuck-away from me' signals that even the twins understood. My parents also gave me my space.

Brooke made a very sincere attempt to talk to me, showing more patience than I thought the 15-year-old possessed, but eventually she took the hint and left me alone. Still, I should have known my little sister wasn't the type to ever give up.

It was close to midnight and I'd been catatonic for the past several hours, unable to sleep ... unable to die. I was sitting up in bed, just staring at ... nothing.

Then without any warning, the door in front of me began to swing open. I stared impassively as the hallway illumination spilled into my bedroom.

"Ben?" Brooke called softly as she came into view, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso. Her hair was damp as she was just out of the shower, and I couldn't help but notice how her growing curves stretched out the towel in very specific places. I shook the illicit thoughts from my mind. It was that kind of thinking that got me into trouble in the first place. Those thoughts were wrong.

Brooke came up to me, sitting beside me on the bed. I kept my gaze forward, so that she was standing just to the left in my peripheral vision. She waved her hand up and down in front of my face, as anyone does in front of someone who appears to be staring off at nothing. She switched to waving both arms, and again asked a hesitant, "Ben? Please?"

I didn't want to deal with her. I loved my little sister. I would never want anything bad to ever happen to her. And yet I couldn't help but feel guilty. Had I seduced her? I mean, I believed she had been doing her best to seduce me, but I was the older brother. That made me culpable. I should have been able to turn her away. But I hadn't. Maybe I even manipulated her fragile little mind, tricked her into thinking she wanted to have sex with me. That made me evil. I'd corrupted her.

Again, Brooke did the hand waving thing in front of my eyes. I blinked, but I didn't turn my gaze. I couldn't look at her. She represented all that I had done wrong. I was a sexual predator, and no matter how willing she seemed, I felt like I'd raped my little sister. I was below cow dung.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Brooke fidgeting, trying to decide what to do next. I just breathed slowly ... in and out ... I was trying to stay calm. I was trying to keep from crying. And then in my peripheral vision, I saw Brooke take a deep breath, stand beside the bed, then reach up and flip open the tuck in her towel between her breasts.

The terrycloth quickly slid down her body, puddling at her ankles. My little sister's tight, toned, nearly 16-year-old body came into view. She had a golden tan and a rich glow from the shower. Her dark hair was damp and slicked back behind her. Her breasts were healthy mounds now, full B-cups of their own. And I couldn't help but feel a twitch in my groin when I saw her freshly shaven pussy.

I gulped and actually started crying. It was wrong. It was so WRONG. I had sexually abused my little sister! And with my head hanging forward, I pleaded with her, "Brooke, put some clothes on."

"No, Ben."

"Brooke," I gasped. "Please..."

I felt her hands caressing the sides of my face as she sat on the bed again, this time immediately beside me. And then tilting my head to hers she softly pressed her lips to mine.

I moaned, a keening wail of sorrow and pain as I felt the conflicting urges to seize my little sister and fuck her brains out as well as to just curl up in a little ball and wish the world away. And I pulled away. "No, Brooke. This is wrong. You're my little sister. I can't be taking advantage of you like this." I started crying again.

But Brooke wouldn't let me just fall apart. She pressed harder, pushing her tongue between my lips and then pushing me onto my back. I didn't have the heart or will to put my hands on her to stop her.

But I protested verbally, "This is wrong, Brooke. What I did was wrong."

Once on top of me, my little sister broke away just long enough to kiss away my tears before coming back to rub her nose against mine. And from mere inches away, while I looked bleary eyed up at her, Brooke said softly, "I love you, Ben. You're my big brother, and I love you. I love what we do. I wouldn't change it for the world. What we do is right. It's not wrong. You're not forcing me. And I choose this freely."

With that, my little sister snuck her hand inside my shorts, wrapping her fingers around my turgid rod. I didn't remember getting hard, but at this point, I assumed it was just my natural reaction to Brooke's naked body.

"I love you, Ben. I want to make love to you. I choose this."

I just whimpered, unable to figure out in my head what to do. No matter, Brooke decided for the both of us. A minute later she straddled my hips, my cock balls deep inside her. And when I filled her pussy with all my cum, listening to her moans of happy satisfaction, I surrendered myself to sleep.

MARCH 2002, SENIOR YEAR

It had been just over a week since Adrienne caught me en flagrante delicto with my little sister. During that span was Adrienne's first missed Wednesday dinner at our house since last September. And during that span Adrienne more or less pretended I didn't exist. She didn't blab about what I'd done or try to turn me in to any form of authorities. She didn't reference it or allude to it in any way, shape, or form. It was as if the entire incident, and me, had disappeared inside a bubble that she just packed up and made go away, simply not a part of her consciousness any longer.

On the other hand, Adrienne was almost motherly to Brooke. She went out of her way to take my little sister under her wing, giving her advice about school, cheerleading, and boys in general. But whenever Brooke tried to talk about me or otherwise explain what had happened that afternoon, Adrienne shut her out and walked away, treating her as an invisible like me for a short while.

Brooke asked me what I knew about Adrienne's past. Even she could see that there was some buried trauma there that was making the older girl behave more erratically than just the ordinary upset finding out your de facto boyfriend is incestuously fucking his little sister. But I couldn't tell Brooke. Adrienne trusted me with her secret and I clung to that like a lifeline. I couldn't betray that trust for any reason.

So Brooke just told me to give Adrienne her space and hope she would come around eventually. She couldn't ignore me forever, right? I just hoped there wasn't something psychologically wrong with Adrienne. I desperately hoped I hadn't truly 'broken' her, as Lynne put it.

I agonized about the whole thing for a week. For a teenager to spend that much time obsessing about a single thing is an absolute lifetime. Brooke's idea of 'therapy' helped. At least, repeated Brooke-initiated sexual encounters managed to convince me that I wasn't an evil, predatory pervert. But I was at a loss for how to get through to Adrienne.

And after a week, I couldn't deal with it anymore. I didn't want my brain to hurt anymore. I had to distract myself, keep myself occupied. Athletes tend to train themselves harder. Study-holics bury themselves in their books. Other students might just video-game 24/7 or even just eat and eat and eat. It's a reflection of who they are, magnified by their stress.

Me? I'm a sex-addict.

So on Friday afternoon, while we were walking out of our fifth period, I purposely slid over and bumped my hip into Helene McGregory. "Hey, Helene."

The tall, beautiful platinum-blonde's face lit up and she flashed that dazzlingly brilliant smile at me. "Heyyy, Ben. How you doin'?"

"Well, I've been better," I shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about Adrienne," she frowned sympathetically, with no actual sympathy on her face. The whole school was abuzz that Adrienne and I had broken up. Then she quickly returned to that toothy smile. "But life goes on, right?"

"It does, it does," I nodded agreeably. "There are some dips, but like this weather, it somehow always comes back up. Like this weekend. They say it's going to be in the mid-80s."

"Really?" Helene giggled. "That sounds like perfect surfing weather for you."

"Yeah. Of course..." I sighed. "It's never any fun surfing alone, you know?" I slowed down and stepped out of the main line of traffic, Helene following me. "And if you're still interested, I'd be happy to teach you."

Helene's smile would have lit up the dark side of the moon. "Really? I'd LOVE that."

"You busy on Saturday? I've got the time and I must say..." I paused to quite obviously let my eyes rove up and down the beautiful girl's wonderful body. "I'd LOVE to see you in a wetsuit."

"Great!" Helene bounced and gently twisted her body back and forth like the willow in a breeze. "It's a date!"

I splashed down, getting upended and swirled about like a rag doll in the wash before the water around me calmed and I managed to kick to the surface. I was just in time to see the next wave crashing over me as I hurriedly took a breath and watched Helene sailing by on her surfboard, waving cheerily. Then I ducked underneath the wave just in time to get swirled around again.

Eventually, I clambered onto my board face-down, feeling breathless. Then I turned and paddled out to grab another wave. Ego wouldn't let me quit. Five minutes later, after a more successful run, I dragged my board up the beach and flopped over onto my back.

With her platinum-blonde hair slicked back tight against her scalp, Helene emerged from the water like Venus in a wetsuit, padding softly up to me and then dropping her custom-made surfboard.

"You're a bald-faced liar, you know that?" I grumped. Helene clearly hadn't needed surfing lessons. I'd figured that out when she'd arrived wearing her own worn-out wetsuit while carrying the custom surfboard. But I hadn't been expecting her to be THAT good. The girl could've gone pro.

The green-eyed beauty just giggled and knelt prettily beside me, her legs folded to her side with her feet together as she planted her left hand in the sand beside me and bent over to press her lips against mine. Any lingering resentment I had in me evaporated with that first kiss, and I was once again left breathless.

"Are you disappointed?" Helene asked sweetly.

"Not at all," I smiled. "As long as you show me what else you're good at later on."

She grinned, flashing me with that perfect smile.

Three hours later, after a day spent surfing, eating, and flirting, it was Helene's turn to flop face-down breathless, this time sprawled naked across her own bed. "No more," she wheezed. "No more..."

"Aww, you sure?" I sat up, my face dripping with her pussy's secretions.

"FUCK I've never been eaten like that before," she panted. "You're not a half-bad surfer, but where the hell did you learn to do THAT?"

"Practice," I said confidently. "Thousands and thousands of hours of practice. And the next time we get together, I'm going to practice some more."

"Ohhh," Helene sighed, her entire body shuddering in virtual orgasm as she remembered the tongue and finger lashing I'd just given her. "I can't take anymore, Ben."

"That's okay, sweetie," I said warmly. "I've got other plans for your pussy right now," I growled as I crawled across Helene's glorious body. I dragged her left leg to the side and lifted below her right knee to open her up. Then I settled my mushroom head into position while reaching my right hand around to cup and grip one of her firm D-cup tits. Standing 5'9", Helene was the perfect height for my lips and teeth to reach the nape of her neck as I drove myself into her from above and behind. She screamed as I penetrated her and simultaneously bit down on the skin of her neck, her entire body convulsing in immediate orgasm, primed as she was from my oral preparations.

"Uggghh!" the platinum-blonde beauty whimpered while I began savagely thrusting in and out of her, moving to straddle her straightened left leg and raise her right leg into the air so that I could achieve maximum depth penetration.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Helene continued to squeak in time with each of my thrusts. And then her voice became a babbled, "Ohmi-ungh-oh-fuck-mmm-nngh" as I reached down with my right hand to start manipulating her clit at the same time.

She came twice before I slammed my cock home and let loose with a torrent of jism. I filled her up and then knee-walked around the mattress to park my wet dick in front of her face. After gripping her jaw, Helene obediently opened up to suck me back to hardness so we could keep on going. And then I started over, experimenting with new and inventive ways to make the gorgeous blonde Senior scream in ecstasy.

Keira, long ago, had taught me the most important rule: Keep the girl happy and she'll keep coming back for more.

Even beyond the oral orgasms, I made Helene happy six times from fucking alone. And by the time she passed out from too much pleasure, I'd left my spunk on her face, in her hair, and of course soaking into the inner walls of her pussy.

She'd be back for more.

"Hey! Ben's back!" Eden chirped Saturday evening when I got home in time for dinner. She ran up to me and I stooped down, swinging the 12-year-old up and into my arms in a big hug.

"Oof, you're getting WAY too big for this kiddo," I grunted under her weight.

Emma promptly jumped onto my back, my two baby sisters quickly wrestling me to the ground with cackling, childish laughter.

"You seem much happier, Ben," Mom remarked as she came out of the kitchen. I felt happier. Wonderful, glorious sex with a fresh hot babe did that to me.

"Did you and Adrienne get things worked out?"

My happy mood darkened for just a moment as I answered tersely, "No, Mom."

"Oh, okay. Sorry." She winced. "Well dinner's in fifteen, okay?"

"Sure thing," I nodded.

"Come on, Ben!" Eden took my hand. "I need your advice about this boy at school who keeps trying to talk to me."

"He wants to talk to ME!" Emma protested.

"ME, more!"

"Only because he can't tell us apart!"

I chuckled as both twins grabbed an arm each and led me away. My life would be alright.

That night, Brooke took advantage of my much improved mood to sneak into my room for some pleasant fucking. When I told her I'd spent most of the day ringing Helene McGregory's bell, my little sister said she was happy I was getting out and about again.

"I need you to be the old you, Ben. It's too much work trying to heal you all by myself," Brooke pouted before smiling and then tackling me. I made it up to her by doing most the work that night.

On Monday, Adrienne treated me as invisible, per usual. But I barely noticed. As opposed to the previous week, I simply went along my daily routine without making any effort to either notice her or avoid her. We didn't have any shared classes and our paths wouldn't cross more than a couple times if we both just took the most direct route between classes and our friends' hangout spots. I still felt an empty hole inside where she truly belonged, but if she wasn't going to talk to me, I just didn't see the use anymore in trying to fight it.

On the other hand, I did make the extra effort to find Helene McGregory. Rather than wait for our fifth period class, I sought her out after finishing my lunch and came upon her chatting excitedly with some of her girlfriends.

The whole gaggle of pretty girls got real quiet as I approached. "Hey, Helene," I greeted cordially while darting my gaze past her shoulders to the wide-eyed girls behind her who were staring at me. Then I brought my full attention back to Helene herself.

She affected a cold, unamused expression and folded her arms over her chest. She didn't answer verbally and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Uh, can I talk to you?" I jerked my thumb down the hall and a little further away from her friends.

"Sure," she said with an air of indifference, oozing confidence. She then fell into step beside me as I took us towards a more private alcove. I started to wonder if I'd misread her. I'd assumed I'd made her happy and that she'd be back for more. But did she just want to jump my bones the one time and outwardly pretend like it never happened after that?

Fortunately, that wasn't the case.

"That was a mean thing you did Saturday," Helene whimpered. "Disappearing while I was asleep. I woke up sweaty, naked, and covered in cum." Her green eyes glittered and her tone was more sexually playful than angry.

She wasn't actually mad. She was just toying with me. So I replied in a honeyed voice, "You looked so beautiful after I'd rendered you unconscious from absolutely overwhelming orgasms. I didn't have the heart to disturb your slumber."

Helene swooned.

Grinning, I then stood up straight and added, "Besides, I had to get home before dinner or my mom woulda killed me."

Helene giggled and then broke into that dazzlingly perfect smile. "Just be glad my dad didn't come home and find me like that." She sighed and then canted her head to the side, asking eagerly, "When can we do it again?"

At that exact moment, Adrienne, Lynne, and Heather walked past about fifteen feet away, my eyes drawn to the golden-haired goddess I still loved but could no longer touch. Lynne and Heather darted glances my way, but Adrienne's attention remained straight ahead of her.

Sighing heavily, I gestured towards the passing girls with my left hand and shrugged. "Whenever you want, Helene. As you can see, my calendar is now open and I'd be thrilled for you to book a few reservations."

Helene turned and looked, seeing Adrienne and then returning to me with a sheepish blush. "Right. Uh, Ben..." she began a little warily, her eyes looking nervously away from me. "I don't want to lead you on or anything. What we did on Saturday was absolutely incredible, but I'm not really interested in anything ... permanent, you know?"

I realized what she was getting at and kicked my head back while grinning. "Oh! Oh, don't worry about that. Believe me, the LAST thing I want right now is some committed relationship. I mean, we're both graduating in a few months anyways, right?"

The beautiful platinum-blonde sighed in relief and nodded.

"Hey, let's play it by ear, okay?" I shrugged. "You want something casual. I want something casual. Just ... gimme a call ... whenever. Short-notice. Okay?"

The dazzling smile came back. "Okay," she nodded. And then Helene glanced around for a second before leaning towards me, "How about this afternoon?"

I arched an eyebrow.

"You SAID short-notice," she grinned, her teeth sparkling.

I smiled just as big. "Sure."

Giggling, Helene started to turn away before twisting back towards me. "And Ben? Do you mind if we keep this ... uh ... on the down low? I don't think you're the type to blab, but I'd rather this didn't hit my reputation."

I nodded. "Sure."

"Bye, Ben."

That afternoon, Helene passed out again: sweaty, naked, and covered in cum. We were going to have to work on her endurance. But at least I got two VERY nice ejaculations out of it. Did I mention that I LOVE Mondays?

After a week under my dark cloud while rumors of mine and Adrienne's breakup stormed around the school, a few days of me walking with my head held high with a noticeably improved mood had a marked effect on the female student body.

Like always, a lot of the girls around campus avoided me as if they would inexplicably find themselves naked and getting fucked if they so much as talked to me. But with my newfound confidence and upbeat demeanor, girls began to flirt with me again.