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
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