Chapter 15

I awoke the next morning as beams of sunlight streamed through my window; I’d forgotten to close my blinds when I returned from Brad’s last night. I turned to reach for my phone to check the time, wanting to know if it was close enough for me to get ready for my morning run, but froze in place. A screaming pain raced from my sore asshole and flashes of the previous night’s depravity reminded me of what I’d done.

I couldn’t really tell if it felt worse than the first time with Curtis or not, although Brad had gone longer and harder than that first anal encounter. I hoped over time I would get used to it and not wake up the next day as sore as if I’d sat on a sharpened fence pole. I did find I enjoyed it more than that first time, and it seemed men liked sticking it up there, so I’d better get used to it.

Gritting my teeth as I outstretched my arm towards my phone, while attempting to not move my body as little as possible, my fingertips just barely touched the edge of the case. I was able to wiggle it just enough to move it closer so I could grab the charge cord and pull that over to me. That simple effort, of which was only a few feet from where I lay helpless and in pain, made me think I wasn’t going out this morning. There was no way I’d be able to run my usual loop in my current condition, as my phone confirmed I’d woken up fifteen minutes earlier than usual.

I wanted to stay in bed and just die; never moving again from this spot. I didn’t know how I’d explain to my parents that I couldn’t move today, that I was bedridden due to something I couldn’t explain to them. How would they like to know that their daughter had begged their older upstairs neighbor to fuck her and the let him fuck her in the ass so loudly that they’d gone upstairs to complain about the noise.

That’s right mom and dad, that was me you heard screaming in ecstasy last night, I thought to myself. I rolled over onto my side and curled up into a ball, my phone still clutched in my hand.

In that moment of pain and misery, I cursed Brad for what he’d done to me the night before. He’d wanted my ass and took it with the firm control I’d given him. I let him do whatever he wanted and even promised to do the same for his friend sometime soon.

I cursed at Riley, for entrancing me with her infectious confidence and that strange attraction to we have. I never would have done anything with Brad had Riley not set up her plan to seduce my father. I was alone and horny with no way to relieve that, so I’d turned to my upstairs neighbor for satisfaction. It was her fault for encouraging me to explore my sexuality by wanting to shower with me all the time. She’d seduced me and turned me into her puppet but...

Then I had to curse at Curtis, who started teaching me about sex those nights in the camp washrooms. He became interested in me because I looked like his daughter Riley, and he had a need to play out his perverted incestuous fantasies using me as a stand it. If it wasn’t for him, I never would have become so sexually active as I’d become.

Finally, as I turned over once more away from the sun, I cursed one last person, the whole reason I was in this mess, myself. Why did I have to enjoy older men? Why did I have to be a submissive slut who’d do whatever a man told me? None of my friends were like that, they happily dated guys in school without much problem. Sure, some would get a little grabby here and there, but they usually backed off when told no. I was becoming a sexual oddity, letting a couple of men and a girl, my doppelganger, tell me what they wanted from me, and I gave it to them. The worst part, I thought as I tried to finally sit up in my bed, was I loved every minute of it.

Even in that moment of misery, I could recount the sound of Curtis’ heavy breathing as he took me hard inside a toilet stall, smell the strong scent of Riley’s pussy as it lowered onto my face, taste the bitter notes of Ross’ cum in my mouth, and feel the hot splash of Brad’s cum as it lands on my face. In my painful state, those things turned me on, and I wanted more. But a worse feeling started to creep over me, I had to pee.

I tried to hold it, to keep it back for just a little longer so I didn’t have to face my pain again but noticing it seemed to make it worse. I felt the pressure build inside me like a dam who’s walls were close to breaching and knew I had to get up sooner than the never that I wanted. With difficulty, I swung my legs onto the floor and gingerly stood up. My first few steps were awkward as I nearly fell over twice and had to grip hold of a chair for support once as I approached the door. I turned the handle and just prayed Mom and Dad wouldn’t notice me, as I stepped into the hall.

“Oh, hi honey. You’re up early,” Mom chirped as she walked from the washroom towards the kitchen.

“Are you excited to go for our run this morning, sweetheart?” Dad asked from his chair in the living room, I noticed he’d already changed into his running clothes.

“Sure thing, Dad,” I said lying. I straightened myself up and tried to walk normal as the pain in my ass throbbed with each step. It felt like the bathroom had moved a mile away from my bedroom door and was still being pulled away on a rope when I tried to get to it. I plastered a fake smile on my lips to hide the truth and mercifully made it into the bathroom and quickly shut the door.

With some difficulty getting on and off the toilet to relieve myself, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was a ragged mess, and my face was red from the effort it took to get from my bed to where I was. I opened my robe and inspected my breasts, small bite marks were still visible around my nipples, and they were redder than their usual soft pink. I thought about turning around and checking out the damage to my rear, but I thought better of that. I was already in pain and if I had to run this morning, knowing what it looked like would only make it feel worse.

I fixed my hair as best I could and splashed cold water on my face before I opened the door and walked carefully out towards the kitchen. Mom was drinking her coffee while Dad read the paper in the living room. Each step was painful, but my only hope was the old adage, walk it off, which ran through my head on a loop.

“You ok, honey?” Mom asked looking up from her phone, “you’re face is all flushed.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I slept weird last night,” I replied, hoping that might cover for any discomfort I might let slip.

“I’m surprised you slept at all,” Dad said, tossing his paper on the coffee table, “I mean, seriously, that was too much even for Brad last night.”

“Now honey...” Mom said disapprovingly.

“Look, I know. What he does and who he does it with is his business but that was over the top, it sounded like a damned porno movie,” Dad voice raised angrily. “It was so late, and they kept us all up, right Janey?”

Dad looked at me to respond and I wanted to shrink into the abyss and never be seen again. To hear your parents discuss the intimate noises of a sexual encounter of your upstairs neighbor, knowing that you were one of the people they heard, was a fate worse than death itself. All I could do was just nod in agreement, which seemed to set my dad off more.

“See! I think Jane sleeps right under his bedroom; I can’t imagine what filth you’re forced to hear. I stormed up there last night and told him what’s what.”

“ ... and it stopped.” Mom said before taking another sip of coffee.

“It did, thankfully. Hopefully, you were able to get some sleep Jane. I don’t want him keeping you up all night.”

If it wasn’t for pain in my ass, I would have been in pain to keep from laughing at my father’s comment. “I’m going to get my running gear on; I’ll be back in a bit.” I quickly excused myself before I burst, as my dad had no idea how right he truly was. I made my way back to my room where I slowly changed into my running wear. Moving had seemed to help so far, and the awkward conversation and my dad’s comment helped reduce the pain just that little bit more. It turned out laughter really was the best medicine ... well, that and a couple of Advil which I took before I left my room again.

I returned to the living room to start stretching, and I think I’d been stretched too much the night before. Every movement hurt as I leaned forward to hold my toes to stretch my legs and calf muscles. I just had to grit my teeth and bare it as I switched over to the other side and repeated the process. Dad silently watched and waited, sitting in his chair while Mom drank her coffee just outside of the room.

On this morning, I wasn’t trying to be sexy or tease, I didn’t have the stomach for it. If my dad hadn’t asked, I probably would have skipped today entirely, but I liked my runs with dad. Yet as I looked up from my back stretching exercise, I saw dad was watching me intently until he suddenly noticed me catching him and then looked away. Had I done too good of job on him, I wondered. I hope Riley enjoys whatever she gets from it, because I don’t know if he’ll ever look at me the same way again.

I did a low sweeping motion with my body, my ass up in the air, similar to a yoga move. It seemed to help release some of the pain I felt in my behind, so I did it a couple more times. It was ironic since it was pretty similar to the position I’d been in that got me sore back there in the first place. As I slid through my arms, my eyes looked up to see Dad watching me again and I felt a little side-eye action from my mom as well. I hoped she didn’t think I hadn’t listened to her advice and was actively teasing Dad right in front of her.

After a few more stretches, and the Advil had started to kick in, I was as ready as I was going to be. I put on my shoes and placed my phone in my new armband. While I wasn’t listening to music today, I could still track my run with an app I’d downloaded the other day. I told Dad I was ready to go and kissed mom goodbye, since she’d be gone to work by the time we got back. She gave me a slightly questioning look, which in my current state could be for anything, and said goodbye. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door with my dad, as we made for the stairs.

On our way down we passed Brad, coffee in hand, who looked a little sheepish when he saw me and my dad. They exchanged brief pleasantries though, keeping things friendly as the two of us moved towards the ground floor. As my dad turned the corner to the next flight of stairs, I looked up to see Brad’s face. He gave me a little look and smile, to make sure I was ok; and I responded with a thumbs up. His grin got wider as he turned and headed up to his unit, I could only imagine the thoughts running through his head.