Chapter 2

When I got home, I tried to be as nonchalant and not draw too much attention to myself. I just needed time to myself. I didn’t need Aunt Becca or my cousins, Lydia and Moriah, prying too closely into my business. It was my own damn business, damn it! I didn’t need an interrogation or a round of twenty questions. I needed to process the events that just transpired, after all. I grabbed some snacks and soda and retreated to my bedroom, small and cramped as it was. It was still my own space, after all.

I drank my soda, a Squirt, of all things, with my peanuts and pretzels, and contemplated my situation. I had been harassed and, is deflowered a good word for a male virgin who just lost his V-card? Well, whatever one called it, that was me. The girls had been the aggressors with me and I wanted to avoid them, but the encounter itself was shockingly pleasurable. The intense feeling that I had while I fucked Kara, Charlie sucked my cock, Kara rimmed me, and Charlie rimmed Kara ... that was unbelievable! Sex really was everything that it was cracked up to be! It really did live up to the hype!

Even so, the girls seemed to have some weird arrangement where they dated these jocks and they fooled around with each other, but they expected the relationships to continue for reasons of public persona. These relationships mattered to them for their images and reputations. I didn’t doubt that the cheating was mutual. There was no way that these guys were so naive that they didn’t know that Kara and Charlie were cheaters. There was no way that they weren’t fooling around, too, but with whom? I wrote down the details in my journal and included the panties as evidence of the act. I could scarcely believe it, but there was the proof (plus, my cock still smelled like Kara’s snatch).

I had just finished with all of this when the door just burst open and in walked my elder cousin, Lydia. She was tall and lanky, much like me, had strawberry-blonde hair and freckles, had hazel eyes, had very fair skin, and had legs that just, well, were very graceful. She was a bundle of energy, always, and she ate a lot more food than her figure suggested. She also drank and smoked, well, it wasn’t tobacco, if you know what I mean. She was usually pretty chill, but every now and then, she could be like an excitable puppy or something.

“Yo, cuz, what gives? No wave or smile or anything? What’s going on in your world?” Lydia acted very interested in me in a way that she sometimes could be ... sometimes.

“Oh, just ... taking the scenic route home. It gave me a chance to walk and reflect on things. You know, deeper kind of introspection. It’s useful for clearing the head, I dare say,” I lied a bit, though my experience had certainly been ... illuminating, in its own way.

Evidently, two popular, “it girl,” type cheerleaders had taken me on as their pet, party favor, fuckboy (?), project, curiosity, whatever. They were curious about me and found me at least a little attractive, enough to even share me, but not enough to risk being social pariahs by dating me or sharing me openly or whatever. They certainly wouldn’t break it up with those guys, as that would kill their popularity.

Then again, to be fair, I had two ladies as booty calls. Did I really need to keep them to myself? No, it was best to keep them at arm’s length, to see them at closer to my own terms, not theirs, either. It was best not to let them intrude in the rest of my life, which I could continue to do without the endless nagging and complaining that they probably gave their boyfriends. Yeah, let those poor schmucks endure that. I could use a bit more “backdoor man” action, perhaps.

“Hello, Earth to Dan!” Lydia broke up my focus and my thoughts, even as she opened my journal without asking me first, “holy crap ... is this ... real? Kara and Charlie Malloy? You had them both? No, wait, this says that you fucked Kara in public, well, near a back alley, that you had Charlie sucking your cock, that they gave you their panties, that Kara ... rimmed you, and that Charlie rimmed Kara? Nice, cousin ... I would think that this was just a fantasy, but how would you have their panties, with their number written on them? Sweet! My cousin, getting laid!”

“Okay, so you know my secret, because you snooped. What difference does it make to you, though, cousin?” I directly asked Lydia, who smirked, licked her lips, and knelt before me.

“Gimme a taste! I want to know how Kara Malloy’s pussy tastes ... best way to find out, right?” Lydia winked at me as she began sucking my cock, oblivious to the risk of being caught, “ooh, yummy! I could get used to this flavor. Look, I’ll make you a deal, Dan. If you ... agree to let me experiment with you, too, I won’t breathe a word of it to Mom or Moriah? Deal?” Lydia basically blackmailed me now.

“Lydia ... I’m your cousin ... and besides, what if we get caught together? Won’t Aunt Becca skin your hide, too? This is incest! She might very well object to that! Anyway, how long would this last? Until I graduate and move out? Or would it end much sooner?” I wondered now, thinking as much as I was also engaged in asking her.

“Just ‘til I’m bored with you, cousin! Relax ... Mom’s not even home right now, or didn’t you notice? Moriah’s preoccupied with homework or something else. It’s hard to say. She’s in her room ... we’re in yours ... nobody needs to know. Mom trusts me ... to watch over you, and this is my way of doing so ... I’m ... looking out for my sweet, geeky cousin, you know!” Lydia winked at me again as she climbed above me and popped a pill into my mouth, sharing the Squirt with me as I swallowed the ED medicine.