Title: Walking With The Gods
Keywords: mf, teen, inc, brother, sister, voy, mdom, humil
Author: Caesar
Summary: A geeky teenager has the chance to see how some jocks live.
 




A romantic attraction has clung
To a chap of whom damsels have sung:
        "'Tis the Scourge from the East,
        That lascivious beast
Who was known as Attila the Hung!"


Walking With The Gods

by Caesar, copyright 2003

Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2006, Revision 1.4

$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

To say that I felt like a fish out of water is an understatement.
These guys wanted something from me, and so I had been invited.  They
were looking at me like I was shit on the bottom of their shoe, but
normally they never looked at me at all.  They were the cool crowd at
school and I, well, I'm just a dweeb, a geek, a nerd.

I was also the only student in our school that had full access to the
marks and comments on all our academic records.

I was striding behind Greg with a full glass of beer in my hand; it
had been shoved there as soon as I walked into the house.  Having
never tasted the stuff before, I chose to just hold it as a prop or a
shield before me, hoping that I would not stand out so much.

My better judgement would never have allowed me to enter this house
party, where the cool guys and gals from school were in full
attendance.  It was in the other world, the academic and sedate one,
that I lived.  Sure, the two sometimes crossed; usually when I was
abused by one of the cool kids from school.  Yet there was something
seductive to a geek like me here - something so desirable but so
unattainable, something that I saw as I looked at the great-looking
chicks on the arms of the tall, strong, handsome guys.
 
Greg was the leader of C Club, the group responsible for this party
and indeed for all the really 'cool' parties involving kids from our
school.  Don't ask me what that name stood for.  The general census
among my friends, also geeks like me, was that the 'C' stood for
'cool'.  I had my doubts though.  When you're 'cool', it was very
uncool to advertise the fact... or so I've noticed.

I was only half-listening to the big guy as he spoke to me while
leading me deeper into the house, along the way introducing me to guys
and gals who looked at me with undisguised disgust.

You see, Greg was trying to convince me to edit the marks in the
computer for all C Clubs members.  The first offer, from another
delegate from the club, was to not beat me up.  From somewhere I found
the strength to respond, "You could beat me up, but that would not get
your marks increased.  However, I am open to other offers from the C
Club."  That negotiations were still open was probably what was
keeping my body from being pulverized by these guys - most of them on
the school wrestling or football teams - and was what had gotten me
the invitation to this normally off-limits-to-geeks party.

When we stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in shock.  Two of the hot
girls from school were there, naked!  Three fully-dressed guys were
standing around them, drinking beer and watching them.  One girl was
seated on the edge of the counter while the other was squatting before
her, her face pressed into the hairless loins of the first.

Having never seen real-live naked girls before, this was a shock to my
teenage sensibilities.  Further, seeing a girl eat out another was
something out of my fantasies and one of my favourite Internet movie
downloads.

Greg saw my shock and stood next to me with a broad smile, "That's
Sherry and Carol.  Hot, huh?"  They were both freshmen at our school,
younger than most of the guys, and me; but Greg was right, they were
very hot.

I simply mumbled something unintelligible.

He laughed lightly, "Yea, they are here looking for boyfriends."

In light of what I was seeing, the comment took me by surprise. I
would have guessed the two nubile teens to be exhibitionist lesbians,
and I turned my head to stare questioningly at Greg.

He puffed out his chest proudly, "As a girlfriend to a C Club member,
they would get certain privileges."

I understood that.  They instantly became the 'in' crowd - the cool,
exclusive peer-club from which I would be forever excluded.  Yet, how
did going down on each other get a boyfriend?  As I watched, the one
seated on the counter was starting to moan rather loudly, and I
wondered if she was faking it or not.

Greg saw the outstanding question still in my eyes. His voice took on
a condescending tone as he related, "They have to show us guys that
they have the right stuff to be our girlfriends."  His voice took on a
conspirator's tone as he leaned in. "Will you keep everything I tell
you secret, Tom?"

"Yes. Of course."  I felt like the token Indian brought before the
King as an oddity.  Everything I was seeing was so alien that not one
of my friends would believe anything I was witnessing anyway.

The girl on the counter (I think she was Carol) started to claw at
Sherry's head moving between her bare thighs, while squealing in
obvious pleasure.  If she was faking it, and remember this was my
first time seeing a woman without clothing let alone orgasming, she
was a damn fine actress.

Greg nodded as if in agreement, not paying the two naked girls any
further attention, but instead watching me like a hawk watches a field
mouse.  "C Club members can only have one girlfriend at any time, but
can change girlfriends as they see fit."

I nodded as if I understood.  I guess I did, intellectually, but
having never had a girlfriend in my seventeen years, the concept of
trading in girlfriends was way beyond my experience.

"A club member can make use of another member's girlfriend, but only
her mouth; her cunt and ass belong to her boyfriend.  Within those
boundaries, she must do everything any member of C Club tells her."

It was well known at school that the girlfriends of the C Club members
were the best looking and most exclusive girls at school.  They
dressed provocatively, they flirted shamelessly, and they all acted
like little drama queens.  Every male at school, including most of the
guy teachers, were powerless in light of their flaunted sexuality.
All comments or conversations they provoked from the males were
ignored, often with disdain.  Yet even I had seen one of the girls
jump when one of the Club members, not her boyfriend at the time,
spoke to her.  It was always one of the biggest mysteries about the
Club.

When it was obvious that Carol was finished with her orgasm, a guy
reached out and yanked Sherry's head roughly toward him.  She did not
hesitate to reach her hands up to the zipper of the guy's jeans and
undo it.  In seconds, Sherry was bobbing her face over the guys lap.

Carol saw her friend doing this and looked around at the other guys,
questioning them with her eyes, as if asking, "Want me to suck you?"

I was wishing a girl would look at me like that; ask me, even
silently, such a thing.

None of the remaining members took Carol up on her offer.  She wore a
humiliated look on her face for a moment before one of the guys
laughed and passed her his half-finished beer bottle and said, "Fuck
this."

Carol took it with a wide smile, albeit one that looked very forced,
and brought the tapered end toward her slippery, hairless loins.  The
guy grunted, before it reached its destination, "On your knees, slut."
Carol blinked in a seconds confusion before rushing to turn onto her
knees, her desperation now plain even to me. Her very pretty ass was
thrust in the air as her hand with the bottle reached behind herself.
I stared without blinking as Carol began to move the tapered end of
the bottle in and out of her pretty pink vagina; it looked far too
large for her tiny hole.

Greg finally spoke with disgust in his voice, "Some girls just don't
have what it takes."

I looked at my host to see him staring at Carol and then turned to
look at the guys still watching her.  They seemed to be maliciously
viewing the show of a young teenage girl humiliating herself for the
chance to be included into the most exclusive club in town.

Then he added, "But, some girls do."

I again looked and saw his eyes watching Sherry move her face up and
down, side to side, rapidly and almost violently, as she took the hard
penis fully down her throat while smashing her lips and nose against
the guy's hairy groin.

"Will Sherry find a boyfriend do you think?"

Greg shrugged, "Who knows.  Most don't."  He nodded toward Sherry. "At
least she has a chance."

The sight I had just witnessed had lowered my defences and I asked a
stupid question: "You guys must go through a lot of girlfriends?"

He turned back to me and I saw a seconds disgust before he smiled
charmingly again. "Actually no.  Oh sure, we will trade the girls
around a bit, but most girls just do not have the breeding or the
right nature to be our girlfriends."  I clearly understood him to mean
"girls from families with money" and/or "girls who are good in bed."
He nodded toward Carol and Sherry again. "They were invited simply for
sport... and who knows, one of them might make a good C Club slut."
That remark I read to mean that the girls had been invited to be made
fun of, to be humiliated ... used.

Suddenly this adventure of mine - coming to this party - seemed the
wrong thing to do.  Carol was an attractive-female version of me who
wanted what was not possible for us: to be part of this coolest of
crowds.  It was plain that Carol had come here ready to give any part
of her body to attain the unattainable; she would fail.  I had come
bearing the unique ability to hack computers and thereby increase the
marks of the C Club members, but membership in the club was not going
to be available to me either.  I knew it; she was not yet ready to see
it.

As I watched, the guy who handed Carol the bottle reached out and
yanked it from her body, bringing it up to his lips to drink while
snickering.  The guy who had been getting serviced by Sherry grunted
for Carol to get down on her knees beside her friend.  I now saw that
Sherry was no longer working on him and had her mouth open, holding
some thick liquid upon her tongue, lips and chin.  As I watched, with
Greg now looking amused at me, Carol began to lick the sperm from her
friend Sherry's face.  Eventually their lips came together and they
apparently shared what had been on Sherry's tongue.

I now knew another reason that this was not my crowd. I could never
treat Carol so coldly.  She was much prettier than any of the girls
that guys like me ended up with.  Maybe she wasn't C Club girlfriend
material, but the only fault I could find with her was the willingness
to humiliate herself this way for the minute chance at being 'in.'

The guys surrounding the two girls started to drift away.  The one who
had just gotten blown grunted at Carol to leave the party but said
Sherry could stay... for now.  It was obvious that Carol was
devastated.  The guy grunted for Sherry to follow him, on her knees,
and he disappeared deeper into the house.  She left without even a
glance at her humiliated friend, submissively following a guy to whom
she had just given oral sex.

Greg finally broke the silence. "You could have her if you want."

"Pardon?"  I understood his words, but I was shocked at the offer.

He laughed lightly after seeing the look on my face, "Would you rather
have both, right now, instead?"

Carol, clutching her clothing in her hands against her chest, started
to walk past us when Greg grabbed her shoulder and shoved her hard
against the wall.  He leaned in and spoke firmly into Carol's ear, "My
friend could use a blow job, Carol."

She could not meet my eye and stared at the hardwood floor instead.

"Robert told me to leave."

"I have seniority over Robert, you stupid skank.  At a C Club party,
you do what any guy tells you.  Got it?"  She looked incredibly
frightened and could only nod in cowed agreement.

I had to interrupt this; I could not watch any more. "It's OK, Greg."

He ignored me, "Beg my friend to fuck you, Carol.  Beg him to fuck you
in the ass!"

I was shocked at the violence in his voice, the threat and dominance.
It scared me, and I was not the naked, tiny teenage girl feeling
violated and humiliated from her earlier episode.  Slowly her eyes
moved up to me, pleading silently as her voice squeaked out
unconvincingly, "Please fuck my ass, Tom."

I was surprised that she even knew my name.

He hissed in anger, "You stupid, stupid cunt.  Try again, and make
sure you mean it or, god so help me, you will be fucking Sam next."  I
did not understand the comment but from the way Carol suddenly turned
pale she must have.

She blinked at me a few times.  When she tried again, her voice
sounded smoother.  "Please, Tom, I would love it if you would fuck me
in the ass."

To understand what was happening here, you have to understand that the
threat now on the table was greater than simply being excluded from
being a C Club girlfriend.  It was about being totally ostracized at
school, about being constantly humiliated and bullied.  One girl, the
previous year, had killed herself.  The authorities and her parents
thought it was for no reason; the people at school knew it was because
of C Club bullying.

Well, this geek just stood there, embarrassed, with a hard-on in my
pants, shocked and excited by hearing a girl say that to me, while, at
the same time, feeling empathy for this young, pretty thing.

Greg slipped his hand down between her slim thighs, and Carol gasped
as he shoved it up into her hairless loins.  He smiled maliciously as
he whispered into her ear, "That's better, Carol. I'm proud of you."
He turned toward me, smirking proudly, hand still thrust into
her. "You want her, Tom?  You're not a member; you can fuck her till
your dick drops off if that is what you want."

The pressure in my pants tried to answer for me, but the pity that I
felt when looking into her blue eyes forced my heart and soul to
answer instead.

"No."  I wanted to tell him that she was beautiful, that she should be
treated like a fine piece of art - respected and revered.  But nothing
came out.

Greg blinked in surprise at my denial of his offer.  I saw his eyes
look down at the bulge in my pants. Carol immediately did the same,
and I felt my cheeks flush with shame that my condition was such an
open secret.

But he recovered from his shock quickly and released the scared
teenage girl, shrugging uncaring.  Carol was still looking at my face,
a strange questioning glint in her eyes, as she fearfully asked my
host, "May I go now, sir?"

'Sir?' I thought to myself.

I saw Greg prepare to answer before he paused, smirked, then asked
maliciously, "What about Sam, you slut?  You going to leave him hard
and horny?"

A trembling began in the girl's pale tiny body, and I wondered what I
could do to save her from whatever nameless horror was 'Sam'.

Greg withdrew his hand from between Carol's legs, bringing up the two
very slippery, wet middle fingers and rubbing them upon her cheeks,
transferring some of the juices there.  "No, I changed my mind, Carol.
If even Tom doesn't want you, then you are most certainly not good
enough for Sam."  I saw relief fill her face, but she could not meet
my eyes any more.  Greg smirked at me as if daring me to realize that
I was being identified as lower than whatever this horror was that
caused such fear in Carol.

Carol suddenly bolted down the hallway, Greg's cackle following her
until she was out of sight.  I heard a single "slut" from him before
he turned back to me.  "Now, Tom, if it's not a piece of ass like
Carol you're after, what can C Club offer you?"

We were back to negotiating for my ability to increase the marks of C
Clubs members.  It took me some moments to collect myself.  As I came
back I realized Greg was walking away and I hurried to keep up behind
him.

"I was thinking of fifteen hundred."

Greg stopped and turned toward me, amusement on his face, "Dollars?"

"Each."

Surprise came to him, and then I saw the anger build, "That's a little
steep, Tom."  I could hear the barely-controlled rage within his
voice.

I wanted to change the subject.  Actually, I wanted to get the fuck
out of this demented house and find a way to get them to forget my
abilities with the school computers, but I had to settle for diffusing
his anger.  I felt as if I was already over my head, but that I could
not simply walk away from what I had instigated.  I was now sure that
letting some of the kids at school know that I had access to the
school's computers had not been such a great idea after all.

"Who is Sam?"

Greg blinked, the anger seemingly disappearing, though I knew it was
just hidden from my view.

"He is Sean's dog, a doberman."

It was my turn to blink in surprise.  Had Greg just threatened to
force Carol have sex with Sam... but Sam was a dog?

Greg laughed at my response yet again. "Sean caught his mom and Sam
going at it, and ever since Sam has been an official member of the C
Club.  He certainly has the biggest cock; and probably gets more pussy
than any of us, too."  He laughed quietly; then, seeing my disgust,
defended himself.  "It's why Sean now lives with his dad, why his
parents divorced and his mom didn't even contest it!"  Another
chuckle, "Sean lets his mom come over for some private time with Sam,
always having a few of his C Club friends join them for a little
party.  It's not like she can say 'no'!"

I just stood rooted to a single place on the floor, amazed at the
depravity of guys that walked the same halls at school as I did.

Greg didn't leave it at that.  He had to have recognized my disgust at
what he had said, but saw an opportunity to keep me unbalanced.  "I
can't think of a single C Club girlfriend that has not fucked and
sucked Sam.  Most seem to love it and want more."

He turned away from me as a lingerie-clad senior came into the room
holding an empty bottle of beer.  "Hi, Gina.  Say hello to Tom here."

Her eyes looked me up and down.  I could have been a bug for all the
interest I held for her.  She then ignored me and accosted Greg, "A
dull party tonight, Greg."

"Oh?"

"Too many skanks prowling around!"  She did not have to look at me to
let me know that she thought I was included in that group.

Greg shrugged, "We are just having a little fun, Gina."

She yanked open the side-by-side stainless-steel fridge and shoved her
arm inside, only to withdraw it with a another full bottle of beer.  I
realized, then, that Gina was very inebriated.  She strode out of the
kitchen, stumbling once along the way.

When she was gone, Greg sighed, "I wouldn't be surprised if Gina gets
dumped for one of the new girls tonight."

I turned to him a little surprised.  Gina was a senior at our high
school and had to be one of the prettiest of all the girls that I
knew.  She had been part of the 'cool' crowd since she was a freshman,
her drama-queen antics were legendary.  Standing there in black
lingerie, she looked like something out of an expensive men's magazine
or a fantasy.  Why would anyone, even C Club members that seemed to
have their pick of girls, deny themselves Gina?

"You're kidding!"

Greg shook his head negatively. "Nope.  She has been drinking too much
lately and is forgetting herself."  It took very little to understand
that he meant she was most often drunk and belligerent, forgetting
that she was, as Greg said earlier, a 'C Club slut'.  For the first
time in my life, I was beginning to see life as Gina might - and it
wasn't pretty.  No wonder she drank.

Greg lead me further into the house, and he pointed into a room where
two girls and one guy were all rolling about on a wide bed, naked.
The girls were giggling and the guy was moaning with pleasure.  I
could not tell where one body ended and the other started; the three
looked like one oddly shaped alien in the shadowed light.  Yet it was
the first time I had ever seen someone having intercourse.  I realized
I was less turned on by the sight than I was when watching videos in
the privacy of my room.  Looking at it with a coolly analytical eye,
it seemed a little inhuman and uninvolved.

I followed Greg a few more steps down the hall and looked into
another, smaller room.  Two naked guys were standing with five naked
girls.  One of the girls was kneeling before a very large,
brown-haired dog as it humped with an incredible speed.  Two of the
other girls were on their knees before the guys, sucking them slowly.
The last two were on their knees on either side of the girl getting
fucked by the large animal, asses in the air, as if waiting.

I turned away feeling sick.  Greg just snickered and kept walking.  I
bet myself that I had just seen the infamous Sam.  I knew Sean from
school - a big, dim-witted brute - and felt the tale about his mom,
some of the other members, the dog, and him was probably true.

I felt as if I had stepped into Hell.

We stepped past a small crowd laughing at one of the guys telling a
joke in the hallway before Greg lead me down the stairs.  I could hear
the noise of a football game, probably from a television.  When I
stepped around the corner, I froze in fear as at least nine sets of
eyes turned toward me.  I felt like a buck on the opening day of
hunting season.  Most of the eyes belonged to guys that I purposely
avoided at school - in other words, C Club members.

All the guys sat around on the couch or in chairs facing the TV.  Most
turned right back to the game as soon as Greg nodded to them, assuring
them that my intruding like this was OK.  Just about every guy had a
naked or lingerie-clad woman kneeling before him sucking a hard cock.
Only one did not; his girl sat on his lap facing the television as
well, and he was straining to see past her to the game that was
playing.  There were two more girls, one was Sherry, and they were
both naked and inverted upon the floor between the guys and the huge
flat-screen television, busily licking each others sex.  The room was
not huge, so it felt rather full with all the bodies.

Greg gripped my arm and nodded with his chin toward one of the
kneeling naked girls, while watching me carefully.  I felt as though I
had been struck in the gut.  My younger sister was there, sucking away
on the guy before her!

'What the hell was Jamie doing here?'

My sister was two years younger than I, just starting high school this
year, but already she was more popular than I would ever become.  We
had never gotten along.  We were like oil and water; we just did not
mix.  Yet I would never have guessed that I would see her there, like
that, doing that!  Was this the price of being popular in our school,
for the girls at least?  It appeared Jamie was willingly paying it.

The guy with his dick in Jamie's mouth shouted over the loud game,
"That the guy?"  He was talking to Greg, not even looking at me.

Greg nodded to him, smiling maliciously.

The guy on the couch patted my sisters head affectionately and shouted
over the game, "She is enthusiastic enough to be one of ours."  I
think he meant that Jamie could become one of C Club members'
girlfriends.  A small part, deep inside me, was still coherent enough
to thank whatever god there was that she was not already one of these
guys' girlfriends.

Greg leaned toward me and half-shouted into my ear, "Do you want her?"

I had to play dumb, but my guts twisted in astonishment.

"What?"

God help me, but I could not take my eyes from my sister's pale naked
flesh.

"Jamie, do you want to fuck your sister?"

After hearing the earlier tales about Sean, his mom and their dog from
the same somber voice that now was shouting over the game, I knew this
was for real.  Before I could answer, before I could give the only
response a big brother could give, I saw Jamie stand and move quickly
past the guys and gals to stand next to Greg.  She hooked her arm into
his, rubbed her naked tiny form against his flank, and ignored me.

I just stood mute.

He shouted again, "She has already agreed to fuck you, Tom.  She will
do anything you want!"

That was impossible!  My sister hated the sight of me; we could not be
in the same room for more than a minute before a fight broke out.  She
was the cute, popular sibling; I was the geeky, smart one.

Greg turned his head and spoke into Jamie's ear.  She looked at me
with the same disgust that all the other guys and gals had since I
walked into this party and then nodded to Greg.  She unhooked her arm
and turned to stride slowly up the stairs.

God help me, but I followed her every step until she was out of sight.
Her bottom was smooth and very sexy.

Jamie was short and thin, very like Carol, whose naked form I had
admired so openly before, I now realized with shame.  Where Carol had
nothing but smooth flesh between her legs, my sister had sparse, dark-
brown, kinky hair trimmed to a thin line directly above her dark-pink
outer labia.  My sister's skin was as pale and smooth as my own; but
while it appeared sickly on my body, it appeared sexy on hers.

When she was gone, I looked over at the guy Jamie had been servicing
and saw Sherry in her place.  The other girl that had been busy in a
sixty-nine with her earlier was seated against the wall, out of the
way of the guys watching the game on the television and sipping a
beer.

Greg pulled my elbow and nodded for me to follow him back up the
stairs.  I did, telling myself it was only because it was too loud in
the basement and all the naked girls blowing or fucking the C Club
members was too distracting.  I told myself I had to get the fuck out
of this den of iniquity.

As soon as Greg closed the door to the basement, the silence, or what
passed for silence in this house, seemed thunderous.  Greg looked at
my shocked face, snickered, and explained, "It's like this Tom, we
don't want to pay you a dime.  It's not the money, you understand;
it's the principle.  Besides, we think we can offer you something
better than money."  His eyebrows danced on his forehead for a second
and I looked around, suddenly very embarrassed and very worried that
someone might overhear our conversation.  No one could.

"Your sister Jamie wants to be a C Club girlfriend; we think she has
what it takes as well."  I suddenly felt nauseous and tried very hard
not to think about what that last statement meant.  Greg rushed on,
"She thinks that if she does you tonight, one of the guys will ask her
to be his girlfriend.  What she doesn't know is that if you don't do
it with her, if you don't accept our deal for your computer talents,
then she never will get to join up with us."

I felt my jaw drop in shock.  The lengths to which the C Club would go
was beyond my imagination.  It was also amazing how like objects the C
Club members treated the female of our species.  That was my sister I
had just witnessed; for Greg and his pals, she was simply an object of
opportunity.

And what the hell did I care if Jamie was denied entrance to this
exclusive club?  In fact, as her big brother, I should do everything
in my power to make sure she escaped from the evil clutches of Greg
and his C Club pals.  Come to that, I thought with my anger rising,
how could she act so wantonly simply to be part of the 'in' crowd?
Did she know what the true membership dues were, as Gina was
discovering in her last year of school?

Greg had paused to let me consider his offer and the consequences of
denying it, as well as those of taking it.  I thought, 'I'm afraid you
are placing way too much value on my relationship with Jamie.'

"There is one last thing that I have to sweeten the offer."

He became annoyed as he waited for me to nod for him to continue.

"C Club has come into possession of some incriminating photos that we
plan to mail to various people if you don't make a deal with us."

I shook my head to clear it.

"Photos?"

Greg was being obtuse on purpose, and this whole visit was starting to
annoy me.

"It seems we have dozens of photos of your mother, wearing stockings
and having some fun with a guy that is not your father, before getting
her face hosed."

This time I actually lost my balance and fell against the wall in
shock.  Greg was wearing a smirk of triumph that, at that moment, made
me think he might indeed be the devil incarnate!

"We will give you the photos (they are rather enjoyable) if you make
this deal with us."  I knew that the alternative was for my family to
be left in ruins and humiliation.

Since I had not responded in a timely fashion, Greg continued
tauntingly, "This guy spanks her, fucks her cunt and then her ass,
before humping her tits to a come that anyone would be proud of.
Shit, we have plenty of photos.  The pictures end with your mom
finger- banging herself while her face is covered in the guys jiz.
The photos are a hit with the guys I have showed them...!"

"Enough!" I interrupted his provoking litany.

Greg immediately stopped talking and maliciously smiled.  He knew a
winning hand when he held one.  "Do we have a deal, Tom?"

I nodded affirmatively.  I knew with a cold dread that the photos Greg
was talking about were real.  I now knew why he was so unconcerned
that I might tell someone everything that I'd seen so far tonight.  I
loved my mom unconditionally, and I would need to come to terms with
the fact that she was cheating, or had cheated, on dad.  But, one
thing at a time.  First I needed to get those photos and destroy them.

"And the negatives?"

Greg shrugged in fake innocence.

"Of course."

Now that it came to my mother, I found the courage to stand up to this
thug.  "I'm not kidding Greg; I can take away your marks as easily as
I can give them."

His face changed immediately, going through a gamut of emotions.
First it paled, then it turned angry and finally, slowly, it calmed
back to his cool poker face.  "You will have all the negatives."  I
believed him this time.

He must have seen my acceptance of the inevitable.  "Then I guess we
have a deal?" he asked.

"We do!"

Greg stuck out his hand, which I took, and he squeezed until I winced
in pain.  He let go with a chuckle and said, "When you get done with
Jamie, I'll meet you back in the kitchen with the photos."

Oh, shit! Jamie! I had forgotten her after learning about the photos
of mom cheating on dad.  I shook my head negatively.

Greg pretended to look disappointed, "I thought we had a deal, Tom.
It's all or nothing!  You go bang your sister or you don't get the
photos."  He sounded deadly serious now.

Now my emotions were cycling fast.  First I was afraid, afraid of what
being in the presence of this evil was doing to me.  I was perfectly
prepared to do this thing to Jamie to get hold of those photos so as
to destroy them.  Then, I felt relief as I realized that, of course, I
did not have to have sex with my sister; all I had to do was go into
some private place and talk to her for a few moments.  Finally, I told
myself that if I explained about the photos I could get her on my side
and away from this evil Club.  In that case, I would get to protect my
unsuspecting, cheating mother and my nascent slut of a sister.

With hope in my heart, I nodded in acceptance of the full agreement.

What a naive fool I was.

Greg smiled triumphantly and then led me back down the hallway, past
the two girls around the guy, past the two open doors to those rooms
where unspeakable acts were going on, to another doorway, next to
Sam's 'room'.  Greg opened it and waved me in.

Seated at the end of the bed, still completely naked, was my sister.
The door closed behind me as I stepped in.  Jamie and I were alone,
finally.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Jamie spoke up impatiently, "How
do you want me, Tom?  I would rather not do anal, if that's OK with
you?"

Her ease at talking this way to her older brother froze my voice and I
mentally fumbled.  Had Jamie done all the things that Carol had done,
desperate to be a member of C Club?  What of the dog in the next room?
My head swam and my stomach twisted in disgust and amazement.

Finally my voice worked, "Its OK, Jamie. We don't have to do
anything."

I was about to go on to tell her about the incriminating pictures of
mom when she jumped up off the bed and shrieked at me, "You fucking
bastard!  You fucking limp-dicked geek!  Why do you always do this to
me?  Why do you always try to ruin my life?"

I stepped backward at her verbal assault, almost hitting my back
against the closed door behind me.  It was like being at home when dad
was not around to separate us.  Rather than raise my own voice to
defend myself, I took a deep breath and explained, "They have pictures
of mom and some guy, Jamie... having sex!"

Jamie crossed her arms over her near-flat chest and looked at me like
I was an idiot.  "Who do you think set mom and Sean up, geek?"

Sean!  The same guy that Greg said was blackmailing his mom into
fucking his buddies as well as himself?  He had had sex with my mom!?

"Don't look so shocked?  If there was any woman alive that could use a
good fuck ... God!... You saw the photos.  Have you ever seen her look
happier?"

I had not seen the photos and I did not intend to look at them.  Then
an unbidden thought crossed my mind, 'I wonder when she did look
happiest, when Sean was fucking her ass or when he came all over her
face?' Nervously, my hand came up and whipped the sweat from my brow.
'How the hell did I get here?!'

Jamie took a deep breath and let it out slowly while taking a few
steps closer to me.  Then she said, in a much calmer and more
reasonable voice, "Look, I know you must have something that C Club
really wants.  I mean, let's be frank; they would never even associate
with a guy like you otherwise, Tom."  She didn't have to remind me.
My younger sister dropped her arms from her chest and thrust out her
bosom.  "I really don't care what it is. What I do care about is
becoming the girlfriend of one of these guys as soon as possible."

She was standing right in front of me with her face tilted up to look
into mine.

"What is so great about being a girl in C Club?" I wondered if I
should tell her what Greg called the girls that the members date. It
was at that point that I felt her hands fumbling with the zipper of my
jeans and, shamefully, I did not immediately stop her.

Jamie gave me one of her classic 'moron' looks and ignored the
question, the answer probably being obvious to her while being a
mystery to me.  A warm hand reached into my pants and expertly grasped
my semi-hard penis.  Her classic little-sister look melted into a
teen-age version of sensuousness and her voice dropped an octave as
she asked, "Would you like your baby sister to suck you off, Tom?"
She leaned forward and brushed her bare breasts and small, pudgy,
brown nipples against my sternum.

Now I may be two years older than Jamie, but as I had recently
learned, I was a baby in sexual matters compared to her.  Never had I
felt another person grasp my penis, never mind the reality of the rest
of what else was happening here.  Things began to swim about my head,
making me feel dizzy.

My mind screamed and berated me for having allowed this to go on as
far as it had.  My dick, however, had quickly hardened to a
near-painful throbbing in my sister's hand; its desires were
obvious. And my heart was thumping so loudly that it could not help in
the argument.

Jamie did not wait for her big brother to say a word that would ruin
her chances at being a C Club girlfriend and glided down to a kneeling
position before me.

When I looked down to see my hard penis thrusting from my pants above
my sister's wide-eyed, cute face, my mouth opened to end this.

But Jamie simply leaned forward, pulled my dick downward from its
high-reaching angle, and slipped her lips around the circumcised head.
My eyes widened at the immoral and unbelievably sexy sight of my
sister - my sister!- sucking what had never felt a woman's lips
before!

In my deepest, darkest fantasies, I had thought about my sister ever
since she had hit puberty and became the greatest irritant in my life.
But my fantasies were mostly about getting even - spanking her,
blackmailing her for some indiscretion.  Not all included sex; many
did not.  A few, of course, did.  None, though, included me standing,
helpless from inaction, trembling in desire, as my sister anxiously
sucked my dick.

Her cute, round face was slowly moving up and down before my hips, her
big eyes closed as her tongue teased me mercilessly.  This was a girl
who clearly knew how to suck a man - had done it many times before was
my educated guess - and this was my sister.

My conscience was screaming, 'Push her away, tuck your penis back into
your pants and run out of here! Now!!'

My body, however, started to move my hips forward and back, and I
thought I saw the corners of my sister's lips curl into a triumphant
smile.  Some of those most secret of fantasies returned to me just
then - blackmailing her to do things... sexual things... like sucking
me.

My hips moved quicker, and Jamie moaned with pleasure upon my rod.

Just the second before the inevitable, barely a minute since Jamie had
taken me into her mouth, she pulled her face away from my penis, held
it in her hand and watched as it began to spurt - on her cheeks, down
her chin, and into her hair.  My penis jerked and jerked as I
orgasmed; it was a mighty load, one that any teenager would be proud
of, especially a virgin geek.  The biggest triumph, however, came when
I saw my sister's eyes betray her pleasure-filled amazement at the
amount of sperm covering her face.

Then, suddenly, it was over.  My sister sat back and looked toward a
full-height wall mirror and smiled, presumably at the mess her big
brother had just made of her face and hair.  While still looking, she
scooped up my ejaculate on a single finger and sucked it clean.  After
many passes, her face was shiny with saliva and small traces of sperm.
Only then did she look back at me, her eyes now showing their familiar
disgust and disinterest.

Then her eyes trailed down my dressed person and locked on my still-
hard cock jutting from my opened pants.  That's what it was - that's
what C Club used with their girlfriends - their cocks.  She looked
amazed and my heart filled with pride.

I heard her whisper, as if to herself, "You're still hard!"

Not only was I still hard, but my cock was pulsing visibly in time to
my rapidly beating heart, as if it was searching for more of the
warmth and suction it had just been forced to leave.

She stole another look at the mirror, her face looking surprised and
strangely puzzled.  For a moment she seemed at sea, as though this had
never happened to her before.  Then she turned back to me and, while
looking up past my hard dick, asked soberly, "How do you want me?"

I had not returned my penis to my pants because it wanted more, and
even my mind was starting to be swayed by the pleasure that my body
had felt seconds before.  I wanted my sister to suck me again; I
wanted to see my cock move in and out of her cute, youthful face.  Her
question, though, surprised me because I had not considered any of my
other desires possible.  I had thought she would get me, her big
brother, off again, and then her distasteful task would be done.

Like a moron I echoed, "Want me?"

A flash of her normal frustration showed but then was again submerged.
"I was told to satisfy you."  She looked back down at my hard, saliva-
covered cock. "Obviously I haven't done that yet.  Would you like to
fuck me this time?"  A half smile appeared on my siblings lips, as if
she already knew the answer to her question.

Was I that transparent?

A big brother would be expected to immediately answer negatively, but
any morals that I might have held before coming to this house were
overwhelmed by the teenage virgin lusts within me.  I wanted to lose
my virginity; I wanted to fuck my cute sister; I wanted to have a
taste of what the C Club members took for granted.

With little tremors of excitement rolling through my body, I nodded
toward the bed behind my sister.  Jamie looked over her shoulder,
almost as if confirming that the bed was still there, before climbing
back to her feet and striding confidently to the side of the bed.
"Want me on my knees, Tom, or on my back?"  The way she said it, my
sister could have been asking me if I wanted more mashed or sweet
potatoes for supper.

As much as I savoured the prospect of watching my cock enter my sister
from behind and seeing that perfect, round, hard ass as I fucked her,
I wanted even more to see her eyes as I lost my virginity within her.

"On your back, Jamie."

I stood there and removed every stitch of my clothing as I watched my
sister sit down on the edge of the bed, lie back and then lift her
legs up high.  She bent her legs, then held them up with her hands
behind each knee.  Her loins were facing me, the trimmed dark pubic
hair pointing toward nirvana.  I thought I saw the hairless pink
wetness pulsating in anticipation.

Jamie only looked at my hard cock, licking her lips.

There was no longer any doubt that my sister would fit in with this
crowd.  She wanted to be part of the hippest crowd, to be seen and
admired by other girls her age.  And she accepted the cost of being
one of them - being sexually used by the C Club members, helping
seduce her mom or even having sex with her own brother.

Standing directly before my sister between her raised bare feet,
holding my cock in hand and looking at her cute familiar face, I
steeled myself with thoughts of my years of frustration and
loneliness.  Yes, loneliness.  Try being the high intelligence member
of a peer group whose power elite are chronic underachievers, a group
where acceptance is based on a car or your clothing.  I associated
with others of my kind.  We have little doubt that after our school
years we shall rule our respective worlds.  Until that time, though,
we had to endure being outcasts.

And my sister epitomized the 'enemy' to my kind.  She was only doing
this because she must.  After my earlier doubts and then my orgasm, my
mind was now clearer.  What I was doing was wrong - but I did not
care!  I now saw this as my personal revenge against my sister and
against all the 'others' that thought themselves superior to me and my
friends.

With these thoughts swirling in my head and gazing deeply into my
sister's eyes, I sank into the smooth, hot, wet folds of her body as
if it was not the first time in my life.  I had completely replaced my
misgivings about incest and my duty to protect my sibling with the
triumph of losing my virginity to someone who had spent her
adolescence alternately ignoring me and making my life miserable,
someone who would never have allowed me to even touch her except that
I had something her crowd wanted and she had been selected to pay the
price!

As if to echo my triumph, my sister clamped her eyes shut and gasped
with a low, animal-like sound from deep in her throat.

I placed my hands on her smooth shapely calves and pressed both her
slim sexy legs back as I began to drive my hips back and forth.  Below
me I could see my cock moving smoothly in and out of the young woman's
flesh.  It was a beautiful sight, and one that far exceeded my wildest
expectations or fantasies.

Since I now held her legs, Jamie's hands came off the back of her
knees and began to grasp her own small breasts with the puffy nipples
thrusting provocatively above.

Was this feeling - this dominance - what the C Club members felt as
they took their girlfriends, or anyone else?  It defied morality and
seemed to me at that moment to overwhelm all other motives in
determining a course of action.

Our bodies slammed together so that my sister was being bounced back
and forth upon her back, our bodies joining with such a unique and
distinctive sexual sound that I knew I would never forget this moment
for as long as I lived.  The feeling in and on that part of my body
that moved in and out of my sister was exquisite and could easily
become addictive.

She was starting to gasp with each smash of our loins; her breathing
was getting ragged.  Jamie kept opening her eyes randomly, looking at
me with surprise.  I could see something there I had never seen before
and that she had clearly never expected to show.  She was looking at
me with more awe than I had seen in any of her other interactions that
night with the C Club; it was as if I was a god to her.  Seeing my
sister Jamie react like this, on top of feeling and even smelling what
was going on between us, was fantastic. It was the best revenge that
any disgruntled brother could ask for.

"Jamie?"

Her eyes popped open, but she did not say a word.  Her hair was
plastered to her forehead by the coating of sweat that covered her
smooth, unblemished, pale teenage flesh.

"Get on your knees."

I felt like ... a man.

Letting go of her legs, I stepped back.  My dripping pole thrust up
toward the ceiling.  I watched my sister turn slowly onto her knees.
It was soon clear that it was a position that she had found herself in
frequently enough to know exactly how to situate herself.  She knelt
at the very edge of the bed with her knees together, her shoulders
against the mattress, and her back arched downward.  The sight was
better than anything seen during my excursions into downloading sexy
pictures from the Internet.

I had sunk easily into her body minutes before; now I found myself
fumbling to enter Jamie's cunt again.  With a red face I aimed and
pushed uselessly.  Then, without a word, my sister reached around her
waist, took my slippery penis in hand, and pressed it against her
folds.  With a quick thrust of my hips, I once again sank fully within
her sexy, petite frame.

Both of us let out a loud exhale of pleasure.

The sound of our sweaty young bodies slamming against each other again
and again was as loud as before, echoing through the room.  But now a
new sound was added - my sister's animal-like grunts each time she
shoved her hips back.  I grasped both of Jamie's slim hips and bit my
bottom lip as I shoved my loins forward.  Her grunts and pants for
breath were getting louder and I could hear intermittent, almost
coherent phrases.  They sounded like prayers or praises to some deity:
"... oh god... please, god... yes, yes, fuck me, god...!"

Jamie suddenly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, her
eyes and face looking wild.  She did not in any way resemble my
irritating, bratty younger sister.  She hissed at me, "Fuck me, you
bastard... make me come if you're man enough...Ohhhh!"  At that exact
second she suddenly turned her head forward, her small hands clawed
the mattress beneath her, and she underwent what even I, the virgin,
realized was a tremendous orgasm.  I felt hidden muscles within her
sex clench me in a fleshy vise. I did not stop slamming myself in and
out of her body.  Jamie twitched several times and then knelt, trying
to slow her violent breathing, making no further movement other than
those caused by my body slamming again and again into her.

Again she looked over her shoulder, this time just staring at me with
amazement and a look I had never personally encountered before - lust.

I sensed that the muscles of her thighs were quivering and that her
body would likely collapse from exhaustion if I continued shoving
myself again and again into her body in this position.  Without
pulling from her super-wet and super-hot sex, I pushed her hip so that
she would gently fall sideways.  I straddled one of her thin, coltish
thighs as she lifted the other leg to set onto my shoulder.

My own breathing was now becoming laboured and loud in the room.
Jamie just continued to watch me, as if fascinated that this
caterpillar had transformed into a butterfly before her very eyes.
With our bodies perpendicular, I fucked my sister.  I hugged her
raised sweaty leg with one arm while the other reached out and grasped
her small immature breast as my movements caused it to wiggle about
her chest provocatively.

Then her eyes slammed shut and she hissed, "I can not fucking believe
this... again... god, yes...!"  Her cunt was squeezing; her ass was
clenching and unclenching; her hips were shoving against my thrusts.
I felt my own pleasure mounting and was thankful for the earlier
orgasm that was allowing this prolonged fuck-fest.

Jamie's eyes popped open and she stared at me intensely, as if she
were trying to memorize my features during this moment.  "Fuck me,
Tom...  fuck me... fuck me...AAHHHHHH!"  That last was a screech so
loud that it hurt my ears, and I watched below me as she underwent yet
another orgasm.

It was mere seconds after I thought her twitching body, her spasming
vagina, was done when I felt my own peak.  I shoved myself deep into
my sister's body and held her tight against me.  Jamie's eyes glared
at me, hissing, "Yes, you bastard... come in me, you beautiful fuck...
fill me up... fill ... me ... up!"

My cock twitched and shot, again and again, deep within my own younger
sister's body, until I felt as if I could barely breathe.  She simply
watched me, intensely but silently.  I knew that this experience was a
fantastic moment in my short life.  I felt like thanking my sister for
allowing me to use her body to lose my virginity within her cunt, but
of course I also stayed silent and, instead, pulled from her snug
vagina. There was a small, almost-inaudible pop as our bodies parted.
I had trouble standing.  It felt as if my thighs would not hold my
weight and my knees were about to buckle at any second.  With almost-
comic movements, I reached for my clothes and started to dress.  My
sister Jamie did nothing but watch me, her thighs still spread lewdly.

Just as I put on my last shoe, Jamie moved with tired, slow movements
until she was standing directly before me, her eyes now an
incomprehensible mystery.  Then, after a full awkward minute, Jamie
wrapped her arms about my neck, stood on her bare toes and pressed her
lips to mine.  Her head tilted to the side and her lips parted, her
tongue forcing past mine until she was inside me.

I am embarrassed to admit it, but it was my first 'grown up' kiss and
it was very fine.

My hands wrapped about my sister's petite body, and both hands cupped
her tiny hard ass, practically lifting her off her toes.  Her response
was to kiss me more aggressively, moaning into my mouth while her hips
thrust her crotch suggestively against my now-covered cock.

Then the kiss was over, and Jamie pulled my head down so that her lips
pressed against my ear.  She panted in a whisper, "You just gave your
baby sister the best fuck that she has ever had, Tom!"  Her head
tilted back and I saw a new sparkle in her eyes, a playful smile.  She
wasn't joking!  Her lips returned to my ear, "Anytime you want to play
some more, big brother, just ask.  OK?"  I nodded in agreement,
feeling suddenly overwhelmed at what had just occurred and at the
offer I was hearing.

Then the lust and pleasure left her voice; it was somber and
resentful.  "'They' are watching through the mirror."

I started to turn my head to look at the mirror when Jamie grasped my
chin and gave me another kiss, our eyes looking directly into each
others'.  She was silently pleading with me just to leave it alone.

My god!  Was the C Club filming me right this moment?  I would not put
it past them; they had filmed my mother after all.

Jamie pulled her lips from mine and I nodded for the last time,
agreeing to her offer as well as to leaving her here without making a
scene.  She released me from her arms; I turned and opened the door,
exiting the room that had given me more than I had ever thought was
possible.

I knew one thing, for sure: our relationship would never be the same.

I found Greg seated on the kitchen counter.  The still-lingerie-clad
Gina was kneeling before him, slowly sucking his long, hard cock.  I
stood there in the doorway watching for some minutes before Greg
opened his eyes and waved me closer.  I felt and then saw Gina glaring
at me in a most unfriendly manner from between his hairy thighs.

"How did it go, Tom?  Your sister a good fuck?"  I saw the envelope
next to him on the counter.

Ignoring the snide question, I placed my hand between us, palm up. "Do
we have a deal?"

He looked at me for some minutes, deliberately ignoring the fact that
the most beautiful girl in school was between his bare thighs sucking
on his hard dick, before his smile spread and he nodded.  "Most
definitely.  I put the negatives inside with the photos."

"Thanks."  I took the brown envelope from the marble counter and knew
it was time to exit this den of debauchery.  For several minutes while
I was with my sister, I had experienced the lust and domination that
was so addictive, that caused guys my own age to start this club.  It
still amazed me that they could get girls, willingly or otherwise, to
go along with their lecherous ideas.

But what did I know about girls?  I had just lost my virginity minutes
before... to my sister... and I had to be coerced into doing it!

"I'll send you the particulars?"

I nodded.  I intended to give all that was promised.

I turned and, without another look, exited the kitchen.  I did not
belong here; I would never be like Greg or Sean or the others.  It was
a mystery why my sister wanted to be a part of this.  It was clear
from her tone in telling me about the one-way mirror that she held
these guys in contempt for their methods.  But it was her choice, and
I would not say or do anything if that was what she wanted.

I strode toward the front doorway and came across a couple, clothing
undone, rutting against the wall by the door.  It was Sean and an
older woman.  By the similarity of their features, I concluded it was
his mother.  She wore black, thigh-high stockings. One of her sexy
legs was hooked around her son's hip as his hand held it in place.
His naked ass moved wildly back and forth before his mother.  Her eyes
suddenly opened, and Sean's mother looked right at me, not even
appearing to be surprised by the witness to her incestuous act.  As I
watched those somber green eyes, she moaned into her son's ear, "Oh
baby... oh... I love your cock, your big, fat, beautiful cock in my
hot cunny... fuck me, Sean!"  Her mouth was spouting vile profanity,
urging her son on, while her eyes looked bored.  Sean was grunting
incoherently, his climax obviously close.

I suddenly remembered what Jamie had said to me - that I had been the
best that she had ever had.  My guess was she had had most of the guys
in C Club.  Was it true?  Was I better than guys that had had more
pussy than I had ever thought about?  It was certainly not technique.
Perhaps it was more?  I had an inquisitive mind by nature and thought
I should analyze this more ... perhaps with my sister over the
weekend?

Sean's mother's eyes watched me, questioning, as I slipped past the
couple to escape through the front doorway.  I gave the mature woman a
parting look before leaving her fate to her own child.

As the door closed behind me I felt like I had narrowly escaped Hell.
Stepping down to the walk, I started to stride with a new
confidence. I felt on top of the world.  But I also had a lot of
questions.

Just off the property, next to a large oak tree, I heard someone
crying almost silently and stopped.

"Hello?"

I had to call out again before Carol stepped cautiously from around
the tree.  She had had time to put her clothing back on, but she
looked miserable.

She looked surprised when she saw that it was me.

We had shared something this day.  We had both entered the maw of the
lion and just barely escaped.  I had escaped after dirtying myself,
though a new world had opened up.  Carol had been thrown out as
unworthy, after lowering herself and being humiliated.  Both of us
would bear the scars for life.

"It's OK, Carol," I said. I held out my hand and was not a little
surprised when she tentatively took it.  Then, she rushed to me,
pressing her body against mine and sobbing into my chest.

"Why do they treat people like that, Tom?"

"I don't know, Carol."  I honestly didn't know.  I might have gotten a
glimpse of why, but thankfully I could never become as they were,
could never put myself in their place, could never fully understand
the why.

My free hand, the one holding the infamous envelope, came around and
held her tenderly.  The sobs lasted a long while, then slowly died
away.  Carol tilted her head up to look into my face.  At that moment
I took one of the biggest chances of my teenage life, braving fears my
friends never had faced up to, and asked, "Would you like to go out
sometime, Carol?"  My throat felt raw and I could hear it tremble as I
asked my fateful question.

I saw her hesitate and felt I could almost read the immediate
disgusted reaction.  I waited for it to materialize, for her to tell
me that she was too good for the likes of me.  But that response never
came.  Carol slowly nodded her head in agreement before she said, "I
would like that, Tom."

She released me from her grasp and hooked an arm into mine. "Walk me
home?"

"I would love to."  My voice sounded more confident, pleased.

After a couple of blocks she said matter-of-factly, "It's going to be
tough going back to school and facing everyone."

"You mean because you agreed to go out with a 'geek'?"

She giggled lightly, and her free hand playfully punched my skinny
upper arm. "No silly!  Because of what happened... back there."

Carol could not even get the courage to say it, and I had heard the
fear in her voice.  She had a point; her willing humiliation and
failure to get anything for it would be on everyone's lips first thing
Monday morning.  Even my friends and I had been privy to the whispers
about the goings-on of those girls tried and then deemed unworthy.

I stopped and turned her gently toward me.  Her face looked up at me
again, seeming to be near tears.  "I'll help you through it... if you
will let me, Carol?"

Her eyes registered surprise, probably thinking that I had enough
abuse at school, that I would never want to take on more.  With much
more self-confidence than I felt, I asked, "I would like it if we
could do more than just go out on a date, Carol?"

She looked at me for a second and again nodded her acceptance.  A wide
happy smile came to her lips and I knew what she was going to say
before she said it. "I would like that too, Tom."

I was just going to take her arm again when she asked tentatively,
"You want me as your girlfriend after... after seeing what happened
back there?"  She could not look at me as she asked this question.

How could I tell her the depths of degeneracy to which I had
surrendered this night?  How could I tell her that I, too, had faced
Hell and had tasted the depravity of desire?  We both had private
memories of C Club that I doubt either of us wanted to become public,
even between ourselves.

"I will make you a deal: while we are going out, we agree never to
talk about what happened back there."  I gestured with my chin and,
though she was not looking up into my face to see my motion, I knew
she understood perfectly.

She looked up, soberly. "Agreed."

We continued to walk in silence for some minutes before Carol asked,
"What's in the envelope?"

I held it before me and didn't know how to answer.  I had agreed to
increase the C Club members' grades in order to retrieve the contents
of this brown envelope, so as to destroy it for all time.  Yet, that
was before Jamie's and my coming together in a most unexpected manner.
Yes, I had tasted the depths of depravity, and no, I did not envy C
Club in any way; but there was something to be said for the raw sexual
intensity that I had experienced.  The contents of this envelope
contained some of the energy and emotions that I had been forced to
face by the C Club.  I should destroy it but I knew then that I would
never do so.

No, I had no idea what my intentions were with respect to what the
photos within the envelope showed, but whatever it was, the future for
this geek was sure to be a lot more interesting.

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