Part XI - Sins So Huge

An incredibly satisfied smile on his face, Kev Heterson’s consciousness rose up out of the depths of perfect sleep and he stretched luxuriously on the narrow bed of the pool house.

“Jeez,” he muttered happily, “life is so good.”

And then he realized he wasn’t alone in the bed, he felt a warm body lying next to his.

“Mmmm, you fell asleep too?” he rolled onto his side to face his Auntie Dale and grinned into her waiting face.

“Nope.” replied the voice of somebody who DEFINITELY wasn’t his aunt.

Kev shouted wordlessly in shock and jerked backwards, slammed into the wall the bed was pressed up against.

“Wha--who the HELL are you?!”

A girl probably a year older then him lay on the edge of the bed facing him, her head propped up on a classic arm-shelf.

“Hi there, the names Oblivion.”

Kev gaped at her, taking in her spiky pink-blonde hair, horn-rimmed glasses and slightly spotty complexion. His eyes crossed for a moment on her emerald nose ring, then he pulled blankets tight to his chest and took a deep breath.

“I ... I know you.”

“Oblivion.”

“No, you’re in one of my classes. Nortelli, right? Veronica.”

“Vee, actually. But to you, dork, I’m Oblivion.”

“Okay then.” he shrugged, “But how did you get in here? And WHY?”

“Nobody in this stupid fucking neighbourhood locks their doors. Seriously, what’s up with that shit? Oh, and I’m here to deliver a message.”

He sat up, bare back against the wall, and waited, curiosity rapidly defeating shock, “And that message is...?”

Vee sat up too, shifting into the new perched position as smoothly as a cat, and glared deep into his eyes, “Stay away from Tia Jalone.”

“What?! What are you talking about-”

“Don’t play dumb, Heterson, I know all about your steamy little shower vid.”

He gaped at her in shock, “What?! She told you?”

“Uh-huh.” Vee nodded, “We’re real close. But I’m here to tell you that your blackmailing days are over.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” he snorted, running a hand through his messy dirty-blonde hair, “I’m not scared of some goth-chick, so you’d better leave.”

“I’m punk not goth, idiot.”

“Whatever, still get out.”

“Not before I deliver my message.”

“I thought you just did.” he frowned.

She dug in the be-spiked black leather purse draped over her tartan-skirted hip and produced a slim media player, pressed PLAY on it’s touch screen and handed it over.

Kev took it and frowned down at the screen, “What the heck is this supposed to be?”

And then his eyes bugged at the sight of himself sitting in bed with Tia Jalone while she finished gulping down a beer and tossed it away. He couldn’t make out what he and her were saying for a moment, and then he definitely could.

“This is a business arrangement, Jalone, nothing more.” he spoke on the small screen.

“It’s rape.” replied Tia, “You are blackmailing me.”

“You don’t have to do it, but-”

“I get it, Kev, I’m not stupid. But you don’t seem to get it, because you are destroying me.”

And ‘Oblivion’ reached down and shut off the player, snatched it back and zipped it up in her purse, “You get the picture, Heterson.”

“You filmed me?!”

“All of it.” grinned Vee, “You really gave that little soccer girl the business. Raped her face good and plenty.”

“It wasn’t-”

“Oh yes it was. It was definitely rape. And I got all the evidence I need to convict you in the courts.”

He glared back, “Do it and Tia Jalone is all over the net.”

“So? Like I care.”

“You’re lying, Vee-”

“Oblivion!”

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on Kev, “Whatever, Oblivion. But I can tell that you DO care.”

“Okay, maybe I do. I like her, and you’ve sort of done me a favor. So I’m taking over now.”

He cocked an eye at her, “Taking over? Like, you’re gonna start blackmailing Jalone?”

“Yep, this property is changing hands. Or else you’re going to juvie for rape.”

“Yeah, I’m not scared. I see us at an impasse here. Our vids trump each other.”

Vee shook her head and grinned, “Nope, you got nothing on me. But I own you.”

“And I own Tia. And you don’t want me to. Or, you want--wait, you don’t want me out, you want yourself in!”

Vee said nothing, just arranged her tartan skirt over her bare knees.

Kev stared at her in amazement, “You LIKE her! Like, you want to DO her!”

“Maybe...”

“You’re a lesbo!” he breathed.

She pursed her lips, “Actually I’m bisexual, not that it’s any of your business.”

He chuckled darkly, then smiled for the first time since discovering her in his bed, “You know, Oblivion...”

“Yeah?”

“We can ... share her...”

Nortelli’s eyes went wide behind her thick-rimmed glasses, then they narrowed. And against her better judgement a smile curled her own lips.

“ ... Share her?”

He nodded, “Uh-huh. We don’t have to be at odds here.”

“What, like work her from both sides? You play the blackmailer and I play the one who can maybe rescue Jalone. For a price?”

“Yep.”

And Vee’s heart quickened and her pussy moistened between her legs, “Ooooh, I like that. I like it a lot.”

Heh, grinned Kev, this bitch is just as much of a bastard as I am. Even worse maybe. She doesn’t want to get Tia willingly, she wants to take it from her, she gets off on the pain and misery. Yeah, this is a chick I can work with...

Vee finished thinking it over and nodded, held out a hand, “Okay, you got yourself a deal, Heterson.” and they shook on it.

She climbed off the bed and stood up, dug out a slip of paper and dropped it on the floor, “That’s my cell number. Call me after midnight and we’ll work out a game plan.”

“Expect my call, oh yeah.”

She looked him square in the eye, “But when you take Tia’s cherry, I want to be there.”

“What?! Well ... okay.”

Kev had no idea how that was going to work out, but actually the very idea made him hard as rock.

Vee eyed the rising tent of the bedsheet, “I see we’re more alike then I thought.”

He chuckled, “Why, you got a dick too?”

“No.” she grinned, “But I wouldn’t mind one.” and she reached down and gripped the blanket, tugged it off him.

“Not too shabby.” she stared down at his rising cock.

“I thought you liked girls.”

“You don’t even know what a bisexual is, do you, Heterson.”

He blushed, “Well, sort of.”

“You know how to use that thing? Yeah, I bet you do. You’re still a virgin, I can tell. And I’ll let you save that for Jalone, that makes taking hers even better.”