“I felt really guilty about it, though. I mean, Lani had been my best friend. And Peter wasn’t really my boyfriend, but he was the closest thing I’d ever had to one.” She fell silent and thought for a moment before she said, “I guess what I felt most guilty about—at the time, at least—was that I couldn’t stop thinking about them doing it. I mean, I never saw it, but I must’ve imagined it, like, a million times.”
She slid her hand down my stomach and found my manhood. She sighed as she massaged it. “I thought you’d like that. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. And this won’t surprise you, but Brooke helped. She didn’t know she was doing it, but still.”
“No wonder you couldn’t sleep,” I said. “You had all this going through your head?”
“Just wait. You only know half of it. I’m still really scared to tell you the rest, but I’m pretty sure I know how you’ll react. Like you were about Erin.”
She laughed at herself. “Exactly like that, so you probably figured it out already.”
“Maybe.”
“I think you have, but I’ll tell you anyway. You like when I say naughty things.”
“I like learning more about you. Besides, we usually have sex after—”
“We do not! Well, not my kind of sex. Your kind, maybe.”
“Oral sex is still sex.”
“Fine,” she play-grumped. “We have sex afterward.” She stroked my erection. “It’s a good thing I love you.”
“A very good thing,” I agreed. “Anyway, as I was saying… I like getting to know you—the real you.”
“I’m glad,” she said softly. “Because I’ve never told anyone these things.
Not even Brooke, and definitely not Wren. I’d never trust her with something like this. But I’m stalling. So, here goes.
“My mom had a bunch of tricks for getting me out of the house to make new friends each time we moved. That’s how I started ballet, gymnastics, swimming, et cetera. She signed me up for stuff. When we moved to San Diego, it was summer diving camp, and that’s where I met Brooke. Her family had just moved from Dallas, so we were the new girls. She was kind of quiet at first, but we started talking and found out we were both going to Uni when school started.”
“Hold on… going to what?”
“Oh, sorry,” Christy said. “The University of San Diego High School—”
“Ah, right!”
“—but everyone called it Uni for short. Anyway, Brooke and I hit it off immediately. ‘Like a house on fire,’ she used to say. They lived near us and had a pool, so we hung out there after camp ended.”
“Lemme guess,” I said, “one thing led to another?”
“Paul, I swear! She had my swimsuit off and was between my legs before I knew it.”
I chuckled.
“She did!”
“Little Bit,” I said gently, “I know you. You play at being innocent, but you aren’t. Wren’s pretty sure you seduced her.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.
“Uh-huh.”
“Ugh! I can feel your eyebrow doing that skeptical thing. It’s so annoying. Okay. Fine. I might’ve seduced Wren. But she started it! I didn’t seduce Brooke, though. I promise. I’ll swear on a Bible if you want.”
“No, I wouldn’t want to put your soul in jeopardy.”
“What?” she squawked. Then she sat up and stared me down. “Take that
back! My soul wouldn’t be in jeopardy! I’m telling the truth!”
“Okay, if you say so.”
“Paul Dean Hughes, I did not seduce Brooke. She seduced me! I swear.”
“Sorry, I’m mostly teasing you.” I stroked her back and waited.
“Yeah, okay, but it’s the principle. Brooke seduced me.”
“Brooke seduced you,” I agreed seriously.
“You still sound like you don’t believe me.”
“I believe you. But the important thing is that you ended up in bed together.”
“For your information, Mr. Smarty-pants, we were in the pool.”
“Right, you said swimsuit. Sounds like fun. Sex with Brooke in the water…”
The covers had fallen back when Christy had sat up, so I pushed them out of the way and reached for my semi-hard shaft.
“Darn it,” she complained, “why can’t I stay annoyed at you?”
“Because you love me. And I love you.” I aimed my hard-on at her. “He loves you too.”
“He loves anyone who’ll pay attention to him.”
“These days, that’s you and only you.”
She snorted a laugh but allowed me to guide her head down. She relaxed as she sucked, although she still had her mind on her story. She stopped after a couple of minutes and returned to her still-warm spot by my side. I pulled the covers over us.
“Better?” I said.
“Much. Thank you. I always feel better with something in my mouth.
Usually it’s a pencil or my thumb or something, but a penis works too. Laugh all you like,” she said before I could, “but you benefit from it.”
“I do.”
“Not till the wedding. Now, where was I? Right, Brooke. Her family isn’t Catholic but her parents sent her to private schools, so that’s why she was going to Uni. She likes girls, duh, although she’s into guys too. And she’s the baby of the family, like me. Her sister’s a lot older, but she and her brother are five years apart.”
“Just like you and Laurence.”
“Mmm hmm. And she totally had a crush on Hunter, her brother.” Christy squeezed my dick. “You know where this is going.”
“I think so.”
“But you want me to say it.”
“Yep.”
“That’s okay. I knew you would. Why do you think I couldn’t sleep? Do I wanna tell you or not?”
“You know you do. You wouldn’t’ve brought it up if you didn’t.”
“I know, but I’m still scared. I’ve kept it hidden for so long.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, I can do this. Like me and Laurence.” She let his name hang there for a moment before she worked up the courage to continue, “I had a crush on him. I wanted to… do things. You know… what I like.”
“Mmm hmm, I do. And that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Something else is hard, but telling you wasn’t. And it feels like a huge weight’s been lifted.”
“It has,” I chuckled. “Remember what you said about secrets? They aren’t so dark and dirty when they’re in the light.”
“I know, but I didn’t think it’d be like this.”
“Well, you know I’m not going to make you feel dirty. Besides, real incest is rare, but the fantasies are pretty common. Unless you and Laurence
—?”
“Oh my gosh, no! But… I really wanted to. Only, sometimes I’m glad nothing ever happened. I mean, I can’t help but think of Lani and Peter and feel sorry for them. They used to be so happy and normal. But they… I dunno how to describe it.”
“They couldn’t resist their urges. And they couldn’t handle the guilt afterward.”
“Urges,” Christy mused. “That’s a good word for it.”
“Yeah. We both know what it’s like.”
“You can say that again,” she said softly. Then, “It feels weird talking about this. Brooke and I did, sort of, but not really. She never knew how I felt.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I said. “I mean, why did she tell you her fantasies?”
“Just… because,” Christy said obstinately.
“Did you get excited?”
“You know I did.”
“And maybe she noticed? Even if you didn’t say anything aloud?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Hmm.”
“She didn’t!” She fell silent and sulked.