Chapter 25

And after the little incident with Kevin, things calmed down a little for Emily. Okay, calm probably wasn’t quite the right way to describe it – things were still crazy. But crazy in the most deliciously dirty sort of way, where everything, absolutely everything, was

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amazing and awesome and totally wonderful. Just like it was supposed to be. Except

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for some strange reason, it was awfully hard for Emily to remember a lot of what was happening to her. She knew she was always busy, insanely busy, to the point where it seemed like she was barely sleeping anymore – she was always at school, or with Jack, or doing something for school or for Jack. Or both at the same time, sometimes. But it also seemed like whenever Emily finally got a moment to actually stop and to breathe, and to think

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... well, she found herself forgetting most of the things she’d done, and with whom she’d been doing them. And if she tried hard to remember anything

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It made her pretty blonde head hurt. So she didn’t try anymore. Besides, Emily thought brightly, it’s probably not like any of it was all that important anyway...

Not that Emily was forgetting everything. Heavens, no. Gosh, some of it was too much fun to forget. Or too important. Like that afternoon’s cheerleading practice, for instance. She and Samantha – and Dawn, too, when that sexy little hussy wasn’t busy sneaking off to the boys’ locker room – had put together, like, the best cheerleading routines of all time. Really fast, really peppy, and incredibly complex, with lots of flips and tumbles and pyramids. Emily just knew it was going to be fantastic at the first pep rally before the first football game next week, and even better at their first full cheerleading competition later that month...

... even if they didn’t really seem to, well, practice the routines all that much. Emily couldn’t really remember actually rehearsing any of her super-amazing cheers in the gym, or watching any of her sexy friends do them, either. Thinking about that was one of the things that made her head hurt. She did fuzzily remember, though, sitting in a circle with all of the other cheerleaders, holding their hands as they all wore the latest versions of Jack’s awesome new headphones, closing their eyes as they listened to the soothing static and imagined themselves doing their carefully choreographed routines, over and over. It was just like actually doing the routines, only better. And Emily was absolutely certain

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that they must’ve all done the routines right after they all visualized them. Certainly, they must’ve done them. After all, they couldn’t have learned it all so well without actually doing them.

And while the nubile squad of Emily and all the other cheerleaders had been sitting in their circle ... well, Emily was a little hazy on it, but she seemed to remember Mrs. Owens – the school nurse – walking slowly around the group of girls, stopping behind most of the girls in the squad a quick wipe of the shoulder with an alcohol-soaked handkerchief, followed by an even quicker jab of a syringe needle. For you, the wizened old nurse had murmured cheerfully in Emily’s ear, and for the wonderful miracle your brother planted in your cute little pussy. And as Mrs. Owens continued giving shots around the circle to some of the other girls, like Samantha and Dawn and Tamara, Emily could see Mrs. Owens murmuring very similar things to them...

... and she could also see the little shining chrome device nestled in the elderly nurse’s ear.

Emily thought that was super, duper sweet of Mrs. Owens.

Emily sort of remembered what happened after that practice, too. God, that would’ve been almost impossible for her to forget. After she’d finally gotten home from school and stripped naked like a good little slut, she’d told her sexy brother Jack all about what she’d done to Kevin that morning ... and she’d been delighted to see his eyes grow wide with malevolent glee before he’d grabbed her by the shoulders and thrown her down onto the grimy, rumpled sheets of his bed. To her absolute shock – and delight – Jack had immediately gone down on her, roughly shoving his ravenous face between her lean, wantonly spread legs, licking her slick, needy slit in a wild frenzy. It hadn’t been long at all until Emily had been moaning lustily, running her fingers through her brother’s tousled hair as his slavering tongue brought her to a wickedly wonderful orgasm. And as the throes of that orgasm finally started to subside, he’d stripped off his clothes and clambered on top of Emily, sliding his cock inside of her in one smooth, hard thrust, and started fucking her in a wild frenzy, their naked bodies incestuously intertwined as Emily moaned and raked her fingernails hard down his back, her ankles crossed and pressed against the small of his back,

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loving every second of her brother’s amazing cock plunging in and out of her ... and then they’d both started cumming like crazy, waves of sinfully good pleasure washing over both brother and sister as they both reached their climaxes.

Emily thought it was so, so good.

And honestly, it hadn’t been too much longer after that when Emily’s fantastically filthy evening had gotten even better ... and Samantha and Donna had sauntered down the basement stairs to join her and Jack, right when Jack was fucking her again, holding her by her slender waist as he was going at her nice and hard doggystyle. Without saying a word, Samantha had quickly scooted onto the bed with them, wriggling right underneath Emily so that they could lick each other’s sweet, sweet cunts ... and so that Samantha got an utterly perfect view of Jack’s big, delicious cock sliding in and out of his sister’s naughty fuckhole as well. And without the slightest hesitation, Samantha had immediately started slurping Jack’s creamy seed right out of Emily’s pussy the moment he’d finished emptying his balls, making Emily shiver and writhe in ecstasy...

... and then the two sweaty, horny blonde teenage cheerleaders had flipped around, so Jack could fuck Samantha while they continued to sixty-nine.

Meanwhile, as they’d kept fucking in their sinfully good threesome, Jack had ordered Donna to start making a video of what was happening with one of the little handheld camcorders he kept near the bed ... and while she listened – of course

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Donna listened, why wouldn’t she? – the raven-haired cheerleader hadn’t exactly looked happy as she’d sat there on the edge of the bed, scowling as Emily and Samantha sighed and squealed happily with every grunting thrust and playful slap that they were getting from Jack.

Why is Donna so miserable? Emily wondered, completely bewildered as she saw the despondent, bitter look on her best friend’s face. Granted, it was kind of hard to see Donna in the first place, what with Samantha and Jack’s thighs constantly in the way ... and with Jack’s balls brushing lightly against her nose and chin on occasion. She’s with us ... with Jack ... she’s so lucky, she should be so happy...

And then Jack had momentarily slipped his long, glistening dick out of Samantha’s slick, slippery slit and slid it downwards into Emily’s hot little mouth, letting her wantonly taste the musky juices that were coating his shaft...

... and she’d sort of forgotten about Donna’s unhappy demeanor for a while.

And – after Jack had finished with Samantha and gone back to working on his computer terminal, and the three girls had gone up to Emily’s bedroom at Jack’s

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insistence to be frisky with each other all night and into the wee hours of the morning ... that had been the next couple of days. Go to school, which was all a hazy blur. Go to cheerleading practice, which was even more of a hazy blur. Go home to Jack, and either fuck like crazy or help Jack with his work. And both of those were bigger blurs. Sleep, maybe for an hour or two.

And repeat, again and again.

Although Emily hadn’t terribly minded helping Jack with his work anymore. It wasn’t like it had been before she’d gone on her naughty trip to Las Vegas, when Emily had to watch endlessly boring patterns of lights on Jack’s monitors, and then write down numbers and patterns of colors and all sorts of strange things that Jack would call out as they flashed on the screen for what seemed like hours on end. No, that awful boringness had fallen to Donna, who sat patiently next to Jack, dutifully taking page after page of notes while wearing nothing but a sexy scarlet-and-black satin corset.

Emily, meanwhile had gotten to sit underneath Jack’s workstation, where she’d listened to the soft hum of her brother’s homebrew web of networked computers ... wearing only a pair of shiny black stiletto heels and white knee-high stockings, and not a stitch of clothing otherwise. And since her sexy brother Jack had decided to conveniently not wear pants, or shorts, or any sort of underwear at all, that had left Emily to constantly crawl between his splayed knees with a big, happy smile on her face, so she could pleasure him with her hand or her mouth.