Detect Evil

Harry and I were too young to seriously be thinking about marriage, but sometimes the way we looked at each other while watching rom-coms let me know that it was on his mind as much as mine.

School started again. For my birthday, Harry gave me a charm bracelet with a bunch of mythological creatures as the charms. Naturally I wore it everywhere at first - except in the gym showers. That’s why it was sitting in my open locker for Heidi the bitch to grab when we’d just come from the showers.

“Isn’t this cUTE?” She taunted. “Which one gave it to you? The white nerd who gets to touch your boobs, or the black nerd who you make lick your boots?”

“Give it back, Heidi,” I growled.

She held it closer to her chest. “It’s DARLING! There’s a dragon,” she said, thumbing through the charms, “and a flying pony, and...”

I lunged at her. I had never taken karate lessons or been in a fight, but I had always assumed that years of tactical melee gaming would have rubbed off and given a little bit of competence in a brawl. Nuh-uh. To my shame, it was a pathetic girl-fight cliche. There was hair-pulling and scratching. Of course we both lost our towels early on, so our still-wet boobs and legs and butts were all pressing against each other as we rolled around on the ground. The other girls just cheered us on.

It ended when two coaches pulled us apart, with me yelling, “It’s called a PEGASUS, BITCH! Read a book!”

The whole school knew about it by the end of the day. At home, Lee commented, “I was wondering when that one was going to happen.”

Sure enough, there had already been a video for it. It creeped me out to no end to realize that my brother was watching my future sex life. There was another new video, too.

This one took place in a tiny room. Some guy was sitting in a chair with my doppelganger sitting in his lap wiggling provocatively. She was wearing very short shorts and a nearly indecent halter. Unlike in most of the videos, the man’s face was clearly visible. He was a young adult, certainly older than high school, and he had a sort of confidence about him that I’d never seen in the boys I knew.

She stood up. “We’re not supposed to do this, but I just like you too much,” she told him.

First she pulled down his pants, and of course his cock sprung to life. Then she took a bottle of something from off-camera and squirted it all over her boobs. It was some kind of oil I guessed, because it made her skin shine. Then she got on her knees, but she didn’t blow him. Instead she fed his dick to her boobs from below, and the head poked out the top. Her halter was tight enough that her titties were giving him a good squeeze.

She started moving up and down. His cock-head barely disappeared between her melons but then popped back up again, over and over. It was obviously slippery in there, and his cock became shiny pretty quickly too. The guy began to moan. The girl moaned too, answering him - encouraging him. This went on for minutes. Every part of his body except his man-meat was limp, and he was not shy about making noise. To tease him even more, she unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt and let her fingers glide over his six-pack abs.

She took off her top and used her hands to hold her boobs together, squeezing his dick even tighter than before. She moved faster, her whole body going up and down to give his cock a ride. She let a string of spit fall from her mouth down into the action chasm. There was the rapidly-repeating noise of slapping flesh, although I wasn’t sure exactly what was making it. She looked into his eyes with a devilish smile and he began an out-of-control moan. He shot five strong come missiles into her chin and then dribbled a few more drops into her bosom.

The girl wiped up all the come and put her top back on. Then she grabbed a piece of paper from the same place as the oil bottle and stuffed it into his shirt pocket.