Chapter 35

I left the bathroom still holding a towel I’d used to clean most of the cum off myself. I was still trying to get a particularly large blob out of my hair which had dried somewhat and made it hard. I hoped holding a wet towel to it would soften it enough to get it out. I followed the sound of talking in the living room where Brad and Tucker were each having a beer. Tucker noticed me and grinned, then held up a clear bottle in his other hand.

“Got one for you, your favorite.” His smarmy smile was enough for me to know exactly what it was. A bottle I’d gotten to know very intimately the last time he was here. I snatched it from his hand rudely, then contemplated pouring it down the sink.

“Tucker, be nice,” Brad warned his friend. I wasn’t sure if this was a ploy or act, like they’d done last time, but it did keep me from dumping the drink, instead I just held onto it.

“If I drink this, will I have to do a repeat performance of last time?” I asked Brad questioningly. If he wanted me to, I’d do it. He just needed to tell me. I loathe the sneaky-games bullshit.

Brad shook his head, “No, I just thought you might like a drink. I bought more for you, remembering you liked it last time before ... well, you know...”

“Oh...” I realized he was being sincere and was trying to be sweet. I took a swig and the alcohol felt warm going down my throat and into my belly. The fruity flavor mostly masked the vodka inside. I took a larger swig and nodded appreciatively to Brad, who smiled back. We stood in silence, each with a drink in our hands, and two of us completely naked. Tucker, meanwhile, was standing there in a pair of ratty blue jeans and a stained T-shirt.

“How are things looking?” Brad asked Tucker, who had his laptop open on a table.

“Good. Really good. Got some great angles and hot close-ups. This little slut’s a natural.”

Brad’s arm shot out and grabbed Tucker by the arm forcefully, “Don’t. I told you to behave tonight, understand?”

Tucker’s body seemed to shrivel up like a scared turtle. He immediately apologized. “Yes, sorry. Sorry, Jane.”

Baffled by what had just happened, I asked Brad, “What the hell was that about?”

“I warned Tucker he needed to behave today. I know he makes you uncomfortable, so I made him promise not to be mean or offensive to you tonight. No insults, put downs, or demeaning comments.” Brad looked up at Tucker again, “That includes calling you a slut.”

“I ... I don’t mind that much,” I lied. It was really nice that Brad stood up for me though.

It did bother me a little the way he casually said it, but also I thought he could be right, too. Maybe I had become the very thing Tucker accused me of being. My friends seemed to think so, my parents, too. It seemed like I was the only one pretending I was something or someone different from that. It wasn’t the time to unpack it, so I tried to bury it deep down inside.

“What did you say before, Tucker?” I asked, trying to cool things off.

“Just that you’re a real natural in front of the camera. You could be a star if you got into the business.”

“Ha, yeah right,” I laughed sarcastically, “No one would want to see my small ass and tiny tits on screen.”

“If done right, guys would give their left nut to watch, and imagine fucking you. You’ve got a sweet girl next door look, but you fuck like a seasoned whore. Come here and see for yourself.”

I walked over to Tucker, my drink still in hand, as he opened up his laptop. He’d streamed all the footage from the cameras there and loaded it into some editing software for a multi-camera set up. There on the screen, from five different angles, was me on Brad’s bed. Tucker pressed play and zipped through some of the early stuff to when things really picked up.

“Look at you there,” Tucker pointed to the screen. “Look how good you look with his cock in your mouth. Most girls can’t deep-throat like that.”

I’ll be honest. It was certainly something else to watch myself in high-definition sucking Brad’s cock. It was very different to simply seeing still images, but seeing my jaw shifting and my throat working the large cock was wild. I hated to say it, but I did look good - almost as good as Crystal. Tucker scrolled through the timeline to the end where I watched my mouth get filled with hot cum. He’d gotten a really good angle so you could see each thick, ropey spurt shoot into my mouth. Finally, there was nothing but a pool of it nearly overflowing and leaking down my face. I watched myself swallow and poof it was gone.

“See there? You’re a natural little cocksucker. Imagine two or three more cocks doing the same at the same time.”

I could imagine it; that was the worst part. I thought about Crystal’s video with the five guys cumming all over her face. I wondered what I would look like in the same situation, my face zoomed in like it was on the screen right now. I was getting turned on again.

“I don’t-”

“-fine, let’s skip forward.” Tucker scrolled more and stopped. The screen was nothing, but a closeup of my pussy spread wide open with my own fingers. I don’t think I’d ever seen it in such detail before, especially without cum already leaking from it. “Yeah, there’s your tight, little cunt. Something more and more people have gotten to enjoy since I was last here, haven’t they?”

“So what?” It wasn’t much of an argument, but my focus was still on the screen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of myself, which was weird.

“So? That’s a gold mine of potential money-making opportunities right there.”

“Tucker!” Brad was growing angry again. “She’s not interested, and you shut that shit down for a real job, remember?”

“Is this the sales pitch you offered Crystal?” I was kind of curious about what lured her in.

“Yeah, that and she needed money fast, so it wasn’t a very difficult sell. Every girl’s got her price, though.” He then placed his hand on my thigh, “ ... even you.”

I moved out of his reach, shifting closer to Brad. “Not me. I’ve got a job. Besides, I know you just wish you could get a piece of me again,” I said, figuring I had the upper hand.

He stepped towards me. I felt Brad’s hand on my hip which gave me some comfort. “What if I did? What if I offered you five hundred dollars to let me join in tonight?”

“I don’t want your money,” I replied emphatically. “Besides, this is Brad’s night. I’ll only do whatever he wants.”

“No, I’m stopping this right now. Tucker, you’re just here to film tonight. Stop pestering Jane, “ Brad said, his strong arm sliding around my waist underneath my boobs. As he pushed me back against himself, I could feel that he’d recovered enough for another go. I was hot and ready. Tucker’s presentation had gotten to me as well, even if not the way he’d hoped.

“What now?” I asked, turning to face Brad. His hard cock now pressing into my stomach.

“On the bed. I want to spank you tonight,” he said with arousing confidence.

“Oh, yes please.”

I finished my drink and left the empty on the counter feeling slightly buzzed, before returning with the others to the bedroom. Tucker was already hooking up the laptop to the camera and Brad was sitting on the bed, his hardon pointing up to the sky. I thought about straddling him and ‘accidentally’ letting it slip in, but I had to remind myself this was Brad’s night. He’ll have me again when he’s good and ready.

“How do you want me?” I asked, as Tucker readied the cameras.

Brad answered, “I’m going to lay you over my lap, and spank you till your ass is red and sore.”

“Sounds fun. Is there anything else you’d like me to do?” I asked, wanting to make this perfect for him.

“Well ... I wish you had your school uniform on. I always loved seeing you in that. Lifting up your skirt, pulling down your panties, and then spanking your bare ass. Just the thought makes me so hard.”

I felt bad, “I wish you would have told me, I would have worn it for you. I could go home and put it on if you want?”

“I’d like that, too!” Tucker volunteered without prompting. I just turned my head and glared at him.

“No, it’s ok. Maybe another time. It isn’t worth the risk of you getting caught.” He had a point. We’d been lucky I hadn’t been caught yet coming up here and we weren’t exactly being quiet tonight, so that added to the risk.

It did lead to me wondering how long Brad secretly had feelings for me. Was this since we started screwing around, or was it much earlier than that. He said once that he’d been interested in me beforehand, but never mentioned it again. I just kind of assumed he thought I was cute or something and that was it.

“How long have you been interested in me?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“A while. I never would have ... I’m not ... it’s just that we’ve gotten so close lately. Closer than anyone else. I know it’s stupid. Sorry.” He put his head down, clearly embarrassed.

I sat down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “It’s not stupid. I’m happy to be doing this with you, and I’m not going anywhere right away, ok? I don’t know how I feel about ... you know. I’m just so mixed up right now. My family, my friends, and my life are all messed up. My only real safe spaces are with Riley and you. But we should talk about this more later.”

“Who’s Riley?” Tucker’s voice broke the moment again. “Boyfriend? Fuck buddy?”

“Shit! I shouldn’t have said that,” I grumbled. “For your information, Riley’s a girl. One you’ll never get to meet. Brad did though, didn’t you Brad?”

Brad smiled knowingly, “Oh, I sure did.”

“Two teens at once. Nice! Why didn’t you tell me? Is she hot?” Tucker was now desperate for information on my secret twin, and I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of the real answer.

“If you think I’m hot, you’d love her,” I said with a snicker. Brad chuckled too. “Too bad she’s too good for you, though. Wasn’t a fan of your handiwork last time.”

“You’ve told her about me? She knows what you’ve done? Impressive.”

“Knows, and looked at every picture. When this video is done, I’ll show her this, too. We share everything, even boyfriends.” I couldn’t help but feel smug knowing he’d never ever get to meet or see Riley. She wouldn’t be interested in any of this anyway, she wasn’t like me. As always, she was the better version of me.

“Are you two queers ready for this shoot or not?” Grumbled Tucker, gritting his teeth. It was clear I’d finally managed to get under his skin.

“Yeah, we’re ready,” said Brad with a wink to me. I shifted away from him across the bed, so he could do whatever it was he wanted to do for the scene. Tucker pulled up his portable camera and let us know we were rolling.

“Jane. You’ve been a bad girl again, haven’t you?” Brad said in a firm tone of voice that sent shivers down to my dampening loins. I guess we were acting out a scene or fantasy of his. I wish someone would have told me in advance.

“I didn’t mean to...” I ad libbed.

“Come here!” Brad grabbed my arm firmly but not painfully, and pulled me over his lap. I let myself slide over his legs. I felt his cock rub against me as I went, till my ass stopped over his knees.

“Please don’t!” I pretended to beg, wriggling my ass on his lap. Tucker drifted about capturing different angles while the stationary cameras sat silently recording everything in front of them. There was one pointed right towards my face, so I focused my attention on it.