He waited until she was nearly there to reveal himself, and her jaw went tight immediately. “DJ? You set this up?”
“I wanted to talk to you, and I figured it’d be better if we were alone.”
“Really? You don’t want those sluts Jody and Brianne here to ooh and aah over you?”
They’d oohed and aahed? Cool. “No, just you and me. We should talk. About everything.”
“What’s there to say?” she asked, crossing her arms feistily. “You fucked my best friends and my mom. You’re a fucker. Literally, a fucker.”
“Hey, I didn’t force myself on anybody,” he protested indignantly. Which was mostly true.
“I know you didn’t. I confronted them, you know. Brianne told me how she got so horny, she wound up begging you to butt fuck her. And well, I saw the look on Jody’s face as you were spraying it. And Mom… yeah, I think the whole neighborhood heard that.”
He grinned in spite of himself. “Yeah, maybe overdid it on that one. Still, they’re all free-willed people, none of them with complaints, so what’re you so pissed over?”
“I’m not pissed!” she retorted a little too emphatically, then fell awkwardly silent.
“Not pissed? Lauren, you said you were running away from home.”
She looked at the ground, waiting for a group of her fellow students to pass out of earshot before responding. “I wasn’t angry. I mean sure you’re a big geek and a huge social chore and all, but I can put up with all that. You fucked some girls—big whoop, right? I wasn’t mad, I was…” She mumbled something too softly for him to hear.
He asked her to repeat it, stepping closer. “I said I was curious!” she hissed.
His head reflexively cocked to one side like a confused puppy. “Curious? What the hell do you mean, curious?”
She rolled her eyes, though they never returned to meet his. “Look, suddenly out of nowhere you show up with this stupidly hot girlfriend, Brianne and Jody raving about you… shit, even Mom couldn’t resist you all of a sudden. It… makes a girl wonder.”
He stared a moment, then barked out a laugh. “Wait, so you were worried you might want to fuck me too?”
She punched him in the arm, as she had a hundred other times when she’d been annoyed with him, though in the past it had usually been for taking too long in the bathroom or letting her sleep through her alarm. “Shut up, asshole! I didn’t say I was overwhelmed with lust—I just said I was fucking curious, OK! God, shut up!” she repeated.
He held his hands up defensively, fighting to silence his laughter. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… it’s not what I expected.”
She glared at him. “I mean, I never thought of you as my brother—just, like, this creature we kept in the spare room.”
“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled.
“Oh fuck off, not like you had some Harry Potter childhood locked under the stairs, pussy. Anyway, to suddenly find out this creature might actually be useful for something… and the way they talked about it…” she shrugged. “I just couldn’t figure it out is all. I mean, how did you…? What’s your secret? Did you drug them? Hypnotize them? It can’t have been blackmail… can it?”
In the distance, the PA system announced that half-time had commenced and read out the score; the band and flag squad were taking field as the two teams and their accompanying cheerleaders made for their respective locker rooms.
“I just finally hit my stride,” he lied casually, slowly approaching her. She backed away nervously, but not as fast as he was advancing. “Developed some confidence, figured out how to approach girls, and now… well shit, I can basically get any girl I want.”
“Not any girl,” she said defensively as she backed into the trunk of her car. He kept advancing until he was almost touching her.
“Lauren, if I wanted to, I could follow you into the locker room right now and stage an orgy and not one girl would refuse me.”
His step-sister scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. Even if you had a ten-inch cock that vibrated on command and recited romantic poetry until it spurted its marshmallow-flavored jizz, there’s at least one lesbian on the squad and a dozen plus others who wouldn’t give you the time of day. Shit, for barging into the locker room they’d scream bloody murder and have you arrested.”
“Is that a dare?”
“It’s a certainty. Wait, where are you going!” she ran after him as he about-faced and started striding towards the school’s athletic entrance, where the football team and cheerleaders were filing in.
“Going to bang some cheerleaders,” he said casually.
“DJ, no! You’ll ruin my reputation! And be in SO much trouble!” she added as an afterthought.
He kept walking confidently towards his quarry. “Tell you what. I’ll go in alone and you wait out in the hall. If I talk them into it, I’ll send somebody to fetch you.”
“This is insane—you’re going to wind up in jail,” she insisted, still straggling behind.
He stopped just outside the doors, where the last few football players were hustling in. “Let’s call it a bet. If you’re right and I get busted, I’ll promise to never bring Brittney home again, and never lay a finger on Jody or Brianne or Morgan ever again.”
“Or any of my other friends,” she added frostily.
“Sure, or that.”
She eyed him nervously, his confidence almost making her worry he could actually pull off this insane stunt. “And if you do? You know, if you manage to stage an orgy with the cheerleading team?”
He gave her a cocky grin. “You have to join in.”
Taylor Strehan, captain of the cheerleading squad, gathered her squadmates together for a quick mid-game assessment and “pep talk.” Really, this meant dressing down all the stupid cunts who were fucking up their ends of routines, and the usual dietary reminders for the handful of mouth-breathing cows who were embarrassing the squad’s reputation. Lindsay had ballooned up to a fucking size 8 for Christ’s sake! Did she have no standards?
She was annoyed at having to sneak in these talks at halftimes; the coach was usually around during practice, but Miss Nguyen also dealt with those friendless loser flag girls so she was still on the field. Besides, the skimpy uniforms made for the perfect opportunity to showcase their lax discipline.
She was midway through redressing Michele for her fugly haircut when the door opened—and a man walked in! Several of the girls squealed in alarm, Taylor among them, but then she quickly recognized him as DJ Swanson, Lauren’s dorky older brother. She’d known him for years—Lauren had always tried to keep him away when they were over, but still, he lived there. Not that she liked DJ, but still, she’d put up with him hanging out in the locker room. No big whoop.
For her part, Taylor hated Lauren, and had never been a fan of her step-sibling either. He was a loser, through and through, but… Lauren was a genuine threat. Almost as hot as Taylor and with more money, she threatened to hog a spotlight Taylor knew she rightly deserved. If she weren’t out shutting off her headlights, this would be an awesome opportunity to call her out in front of the whole squad for inviting her step-brother in. As it was though, there was no sense making a fuss over his coming into the locker room. He’d seen her in a swimsuit many a time before, and her uniform still covered more than that. The other girls relaxed as well.
“Hey DJ—Lauren’s out dealing with her car, I think,” she said, trying to steer him away so she could get on with her lecture. Allie was on the chopping block next for that hideous scrunchy she was wearing.
He waved a hand dismissively. “I’m not looking for Lauren. I came to have myself an orgy with a locker room full of cheerleaders,” he said casually.