Part IX - Love So Twisted

The girl infamously known online as Oblivion stood outside the pool house, the video camera she was holding hot in her delicate hands.

The lens was pointed through the open window, not that the cabana’s occupants were in any condition to notice her. Plus, Veronica Nortelli, Vee to her nonexistent friends, was completely hidden by the shadows cast by the thick copse of trees arranged on this side of the low building.

Vee was bisexual and preferred girls, especially straight ones whom she could corrupt, and Kev Heterson, the amateur blackmailer, had just finished face-fucking the girl of Vee’s dreams, one Tia Jalone who lived next door. He had a vid of her masturbating in the shower and had forced her into doing his perverse sexual bidding, lest he release the damming AVI to the internet. And with no recourse against him, Tia had given in.

And now, completely unbeknownst to her, she was the star of a SECOND video, and it was in the hands of Vee.

Say no to ME will you!, grinned Nortelli darkly as she shut off the camera. Hah! You can’t even imagine the world of hurt you’re in for NOW, little miss pure-panties!

She slid it into her satchel and turning on her heel strode off into the night, chuckling triumphantly, plans already forming in her devious mind. But if she’d lingered for just a minute longer she would have been witness to another surprising arrival, one that might have provided her with even more ammunition. But she didn’t, and so the coming surprise was going to be just for the two ‘lovers’ inside the pool house...

Inside...

Tia was on her knees, back against the bed, gasping for breath, trying to slow her racing heart, while in the chair directly across from her Kev had recovered at last and sat up straighter in his seat.

“Okay, let me just say: that went great!”

“So ... so sez y-you!” rasped Tia.

“Oh, quit complaining,” he rolled his sea-blue eyes, “you loved it.”

“You raped me!”

“Your face doesn’t count, Jalone.”

“It does!”

“Call it what you like, but you better get used to it, ‘cause we’re only getting started. Now, stand up.”

Tia had no problem with that, she clambered up onto her feet, swallowing hard in a vain attempt to get the taste of his foul spunk out of her mouth, and then she made to bolt for the door.

“Not a chance.” growled Kev and he caught her wrist painfully as she passed by his chair and wrenched her to a halt.

She glanced down at his lap, then averted her eyes, remember exactly what it was that she was checking for, blushed and fought to keep from breaking into tears again, “But--But I heard that once guys ... you know, once they ... they do it, then that’s it, they’re, um, done for twenty-four hours. R-Right? So we’re f-finished.”

“That’s old guys, and I ain’t old.” Kev gave a raw laugh that sent butterflies swirling through the little brunette’s stomach, “In fact, babe, I’m nearly good to go again.”

The knots in her stomach redoubled, her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, “Please ... please, Kev, please let me go. I don’t want to do this. It’s not right what you’re doing-”

“So why stop now?” he grinned, “If you’re gonna walk a tightrope then you might as well do it without a net. Now ... strip.”

“What?!”

“You heard me, clothes off.” and he pushed her back a step so that he could better watch, “NOW!”

Tia swallowed again, though this time the lump in her throat had nothing to do with the salty taste coating her tongue, and with numb fingers she tugged the hem of her t-shirt out of her shorts and pulled it off. Kev nodded in a approval at the pink bra she wore underneath, decorated with grinning bunnies. Her high cleavage bulged slightly above the cups and he felt himself begin to harden again, as promised.

One of these times I’m gonna cum all over those babies!

Tia was reaching behind her back for the bra’s clasp when a clicking noise made them both jump as if licked by a power cable. Two pairs of eyes swung in their sockets toward the door and bore witness to the knob jiggling.

Tia looked to Kev, but he shrugged his shoulders as if to say how the heck should he know who it was?! She didn’t hesitate and blurred into the bathroom, the door shutting fast behind her.

Kev stood with hiss of annoyance, pulled up and buckled his jeans, moved to the door and unlocked it, grasped the knob. If it’s Randy coming begging for those hot pics I promised of-

“-Auntie Dale?!” his heart jumped at the sight of the tall leggy blonde standing at the door to the pool house.

And then the thumping organ in his chest nearly stopped completely at the sight of what she was wearing. Though the word ‘wear’ was having a desperate time applying itself to Auntie Dale’s current outfit.

She was dressed for bed, and Kev’s head swam at the thought of her slumbering the night away clad like that between the sheets of HIS bed back at the house. Sheer french-cut gold panties trimmed with white lace and a nightgown so gauzy you could read a book through it, that’s all she wore. And the gown was cut right above the belly button. Dale might as well not have been wearing it because even by the dim light of the crescent moon her could make out every millimeter of her full, luscious breasts. The maze-like network of her areolas rippled like something out of a wet dream, and you could erase test answers with her nipples.

She ... she’s an angel...

But the expression on his Auntie’s face was far from angelic.

She slapped a palm to his chest and pushed him backwards into the cabana, “You’ve got a lot to answer for, nephew!”

Oh crap! She remembers! She knows what I--I did to her! She knows I felt her up and dry-humped her on the l-lounge chair!

“I know what you did!” she snapped at him, slamming the door shut and twisting it’s lock into place again.

Kev was backing up fast and bumped up against his bed, he sat down heavily on the twisted covers, words failing him.

His aunt stalked forward until she was amazingly close and leaned right in to glare into his eyes, “Admit it!”

“I ... I-I ... uh...”

“You can’t lie to me, nephew!” her furious saliva tickled his lips, “What ... do you think I can’t count?”

Wha--count?!

“Um ... of course I ... of course y-you can count, Auntie Dale.”

“But you think I can’t!”

“I said that?” Did I? Kev didn’t recall insulting her in such a fashion, let alone at all. And besides, it was an odd thing for Dale to take offense to, everything considered.

“The pills, Kev!”

Ohhh, I get it, and his eyes went wide. But wait...

“The ... the pills. You mean, your pink ones? The ones you asked me to get.”

Auntie Dale nodded firmly, nostrils flaring in fury and creamy breasts heaving behind the taut gauze of her gown, “Those pills, they aren’t cheap, especially these days, and so I always keep careful track of them.”

So wait!! Kev’s mind thrilled, because it didn’t seem like Dale was angry for the reason he feared, but for something entirely different. Oh jeez, she thinks I swiped one, because I slipped that second one into her drink! Wow! So Auntie Dale has no idea that I drugged her and then had my way with her while she was in her coma.