Copyright (c) 2014, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Monday, May 26, 2014 Author: Hardguy Title: Secrets - Deleted Scenes Part: Deleted Scenes: Sam's Condom Lesson & Abandoned Endings Summary: A collection of deleted or alternate scenes from Secrets Keywords: b, mast, voy The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. "Sorry...t-thanks." Sam stuck the rubbers into his pocket, and turned again to leave. "Sam..." He turned to look at his sister. "...shit, look, I'm not like a pervert or anything, but...I guess I could help you learn." Eve's face was red and she couldn't look at him. "H-help me learn? You mean how to..." he put his hand into his pocket. "Take one out and take off your pants. Let's just get this over with and forget it happened. This is just for your safety, that's all," she insisted. Sam pulled one of the condoms out and undid his pants, which Eve tried not to watch. His erection was growing when he pushed his pants down, and it made an obscene tent in his briefs. Eve glanced at it and then away and muttered "shit." Sam pushed his briefs down and exposed himself to his big sister for the first time since he had been probably 3 or 4 years old. "Now what?" "S-sit on my bed...on the side." She came over to him, and looked down at her brother's rigid member, before sitting beside him. "Al-alright...open the condom." Sam looked at the little foil packet and found the marking on it that said 'pull.' He did so, and as it tore open, a smell filled his nose. "It smells," he commented, as he pulled it out of the wrapper and looked at the flattened slimy tube. "Yeah, I know," Eve said. "Don't stretch it out yet. You gotta find the open side of it." Sam looked at one side and then the other. "I think it's this one," he said. "O-ok, so put that side on top of your thing, and just...push it down," she instructed, waving a very vague finger at his dick. Sam did as she said, and soon had a latex draped erection. "So, now I just...do it?" he asked, looking at his big sister with a question on his face. "Yeah...not with me! Use your hand! Pretend it's Trina. I'm gonna look over there." Eve not only turned her head, she also shifted her entire body away from him. Sam looked at her awkward body language and then, feeling more self conscious than ever, started to masturbate beside his sister. The condom was designed for a much bigger penis, so it fit him very loosely. Additionally, it was covered in that smelly slippery stuff, which was a dramatic difference from the very dry way that he usually did it, although thanks to Trina he hadn't masturbated much at all lately. As nice as stroking himself felt, it was nowhere as good as being inside Trina, and though the condom was lubricated, it wasn't as good feeling as the wetness of an actual girl. He found it made a sticky wet noise too as he pumped, though not as loud or erotically exciting as the sound made by Trina's mouth when she was sucking on him, or when he was having sex with her. "Are you done yet?" Eve asked. Sam looked at her and saw her peeking over at him before looking away again. "No. I just started," he said. "Well hurry up. If somebody catches us like this, we're both fucked." Sam sped up the pace of his fist, the sound of the loose slick condom moving up and down filling the room. Sam closed his eyes and End of Scene. Why'd I not go with this? Because I decided when I started out that this was not going to be an incest story, and this was kind of going in that direction with Eve eventually jerking Sam off and showing him how to take off the condom without spilling it, and then shooing him out of the room while she played with herself. I ultimately decided that this whole sequence of events just wasn't something that would happen given Eve's general reaction to Sam being sexual at all. He also got an answer to his only question. Trina was alive and recovering from a gunshot wound to the middle of the left side of her back. The bullet had chipped her shoulder blade, broken a rib, pierced her lung, and had come close to a major artery. As far as getting shot went, she was lucky things didn't turn out worse. For that good news though, there was also bad. Sam and Trina's mothers had met, and discussed the relationship between their children and decided that they should be separated, which included hospital visits. Sam, backed by Eve, protested this decision, but it was clear that their mother was in no mood to argue. She was already facing a major disruption to her own life with an impending divorce from her child-rapist of a husband, and to her, Trina was a reminder of that. It eventually came out that Trina's mother had been the most adamant of the separation out of concern for her daughter. Sam never got any details, but Eve believed it was because she feared Trina might continue with her oversexed lifestyle if she were allowed to meet with Sam. Sam was allowed one thing however, he could write to Trina once a year. The police investigation became a media sensation overnight, with so many local politicians, teachers, law enforcement, and unlucky gambling addicts like Trina's father being arrested. Being a minor, Sam and Trina's names were never released publicly, but their fathers' were, so it didn't take long for rumors to spread throughout their school, especially since that cruel teacher was also arrested. Sam, Eve, and Darci were all pulled from their schools and were home- schooled for the rest of the year. They were also descended upon by what felt like nearly every therapist in the area, all of whom wanted to attach themselves to the victims of the now highly publicized child sex ring case. Sam wanted none of their help, though. All he wanted was Trina. Interviews with the police happened often in the lead up to the trial, and Sam, like the other children, appeared as a videotaped witness. His testimony for the Prosecution only described the sex acts he witnessed Trina engaged in and the violence she suffered during the plan to put an end to it. The Defense lawyers, all of them slick and expensive and decidedly seedy, tried to get Sam to admit to being just more than "friends" with Trina, and he was forced to admit they had intimate relations, but that did little to change the things he saw and the two boxes of DNA evidence that tied nearly half the men arrested to their crimes. Sam's father was one of those convicted and put away for a long time, whereas Trina's father received a lesser sentence. Since there were a few hours between when Sam and Trina had barely escaped from the club and when the police mobilized to raid the location, a lot of evidence they had been forced to leave behind was destroyed by the man who had shot at them. As such, only what amounted to an additional box of DNA evidence was recovered and a handful of men were able to escape any sort of concrete evidence of having sex with children. However given that nearly everybody involved was a father of a child who had been raped, they didn't easily escape punishment either and were charged with child sex trafficking, which included Trina's father. The following summer, Sam received a collection of letters from Trina. She and her mother had relocated out of state and Trina had been put up at a boarding school for girls. To Sam it sounded like a prison, but to hear it from Trina the only drawback she saw to it was that he wasn't there. The letter was handwritten, but the occasional sentences were masked by a thick black marker. This was due to the fact that Trina had to send the letter to her mother first, who would then censor it before passing it along to her lawyer, who would send it to Sam's mother's lawyer, who would deliver it to Sam's mother. It all seemed like a lot of nonsense to Sam, but it was just how it was now. For his part, Sam wrote her once a month, and amassed what almost looked like a small notebook for his yearly permitted delivery. If his mother read through them and censored them like Trina's mother had, he didn't know, and didn't want to ask. Trina was kind of a sore topic where his mother was concerned. Though she recognized that Trina was a victim, she still blamed her, quite irrationally, for the end of her marriage and what she saw as the corruption of her son. Any time Sam said Trina's name in his mother's presence, her body language would change and she would turn away from him. The look she gave him when he presented her with the letters was one of well managed sadness. A year passed and Sam continued to write. He tried his best to relate events to Trina that he thought she might be interested, but truthfully, he didn't really know. They hadn't gotten to know each other well at all outside of their sexual encounters. Gradually each month he wrote less and less. That last month he nearly forgot to write at all. The letters he received from Trina seemed to suffer from similar shortcomings. Through his past readings and re-readings of her letters, he had become pretty good at guessing at what was under her mother's redactions through a combination of feeling the depression in the paper left by the pen tip, and just from the surrounding context. Any time Trina spoke of her feelings for him, there were large swaths of words that were swallowed up by the black ink. Those missing words gradually became less and less and Trina seemed to be lost at times for something new to say. By the time he got to the last letter, almost nothing was blacked out save for at the very end where the word 'Love' had been just prior to her name. End of Scene. This was getting really really bleak for Sam and Trina's future together and just wasn't the happy ending I wanted for them. I just plain hated it the more I wrote, so it got scrapped and made much happier. "He made me cum, Sam. Not just that one time, but every time." She wasn't looking at him as she spoke. She actually looked ashamed. "Don't you realize Sam, how stupid it was for me to be at your house? How risky? It-it's against the rules." "Rules? What are you-" "You know, Sam. Those teachers at the schools, they made sure they wouldn't get caught with me. They locked the doors, only did it with me after hours, places that nobody would come to normally. It wasn't their homes. A teacher caught fucking a kid at school is bad, but worse if it's at their house. Houses are off limits. I wanted to visit your dad, Sam. He didn't win me in a bet. He offered me money for my cunt," her voice caught, and Sam saw tears run down her cheeks, "and I had to beg my dad to drive me over there. If I hadn't wanted to get fucked by him, this never would have happened. None of it. I'm a whore, Sam. A horny little whore who liked the fucking he gave me." End of Scene. I kind of kept some of this in, but the way this was going, Trina was going to look less like a victim and more like a willing sex partner for Sam's dad in the beginning. The difference between the finished story and this was that here she did it for the orgasm and in the final edit she did it for the money. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.