The House at the End of the Street -- Chapter 7 of 18

The House at the End of the Street
Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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The weekly nadir of their existence was Sunday morning church services. To the two of them, it was an exercise in boredom and little more. Beyond this one hour ritual, religion rarely was evident in the Sovert household.

The father was not enamored of it, either. He said nothing in open complaint, but he was unusually testy on those mornings, and tended to nod off during the sermon.

Now the closing hymn was sung, and it was another wait, as their mother insisted on staying for its entirety. Then it was yet another wait at the door of the church for the perfunctory handshake with the reverend. As always, they were the last on the queue. More long minutes of repeatedly stepping forward and stopping as those ahead of them chose to chat for a few seconds with the reverend before leaving the church.

When it was the teens' turn, they offered their hands dutifully, forcing polite smiles, only to break into a brisk walk as soon as they were clear.

The father passed right by them, making a bee-line to the car, grumbling something about missing the first inning of the ballgame.

Heather glanced back towards the church. Just inside the door stood a tall, slim woman with dark red hair pulled into a pony tail that hung down over her neck. She was speaking in hushed tones with the silver-haired reverend, a man of medium build with a round and somewhat doughy face. He smiled evenly, nodding slightly on occasion as they spoke.

Melinda rolled her eyes and dashed down the steps. Heather followed, walking in a more leisurely manner.

Heather gave a start as she reached the bottom of the steps. She frowned and looked towards the voice, which was coming from a figure partially concealed behind a bush. "What?" she demanded. "Who the hell is it?"

"Tsk, tsk, cursing on the steps of the church," said Richie as he emerged. "Eternal damnation for you, missy."

Heather fumed and stomped over to him, glancing warily up the steps. "Don't call her that!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "You want someone to hear you?"

Richie swept a hand off to the side. Heather turned and her eyes fell upon a full-figured woman with long, blond hair, and a voluptuous figure poured into a dress that was the last thing one would expect someone to wear to church. It did have the intended effect, however, which was to attract the attentions of no less than three men. As they chatted, their eyes roamed over her ample breasts, rounded hips, and smooth calves; it was little wonder what was on their minds.

"You think she wore that thing to do the Lord's work? She's got a hot bod and she knows it."

Richie shrugged. The movement in itself casual, but his voice had a bit of an edge to it when he spoke again. "There ain't no Mister Gardner at the moment, so I guess she's allowed."

"Oh, she did not!" Heather said emphatically, though mostly for her own reassurance.

"Like I said, I'm dying to know what you found out. I didn't see anyone over there early."

Richie smirked. He had a feeling that Jason had been lying to him about the yard work taking all day. "You followed her, didn't you? I thought I saw you slinking out of there about ..."

"I did not slink!" Heather said hotly. When she spoke again, it was in a whisper. "And, yes, I followed her. You were right."

Heather's cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing. She gave a short, curt nod of her head.

He was about to say something else when his name was called loudly from behind him. He turned to see his mother standing by herself, beckoning to Richie impatiently.

"Gotta go," Richie said as he turned to leave. "Don't thank me all at once now for putting you on to this."

As Richie departed, Heather heard the horn of the family car behind her and whirled around in indignation. "Fine, I'm coming already!" she snapped. "Anyway, Mom's still up talking to ..."

At that moment, Heather turned her head towards the church doorway just as her mother was shaking the reverend's hand one last time. They exchanged a smile, hers small and playful, his secret and conspiratorial. As her mother's hand came away, Heather spied something in it, catching a good look at it just before it swiftly disappeared into her mother's pocket. A second before or after and Heather might have missed it.

The car horn sounded again. "Move your fat butt, Heather," rang Melinda's voice.

"Melinda, I heard that," her mother said reproachfully as she hurried down the steps. "Don't be disrespectful to your older sister."

"At least I have a butt, throwback," Heather shot back as she strode quickly to the car.

Heather plopped herself down into the back seat of the car and exchanged a single murderous glare with Melinda.

Their father gave an audible sigh through his nose as his wife finally slid into the passenger's seat. He muttered something about the third inning before pulling away from the curb and racing down the block.

Heather cast a wary glance at her mother. Surely she had imagined it. Why in the world would her mother be receiving any sort of money from the church? If anything, the pastor was always begging for more donations to keep the church maintained from year to year.

Finally she just shook her head. She must have mistaken it for something else. She was simply worked up over her little sister's recent stupidity. That's all it was. There was no other rational explanation.

Melinda greeted Monday morning as if she were six and this were Christmas Day instead of late July.

She rushed through her morning shower in her excitement, even though she had risen early and had plenty of time. Her thoughts about the house left her giddy, completely masking out any lingering feelings of shock or uneasiness.

Yet these feelings had come to her aplenty after she had had a chance to reflect on her experience Saturday afternoon. It had scared her a little to realize how close she had come to doing more than she had wanted; she realized that her virginity was still intact only due to Jason's impressive show of restraint.

That day, she allowed herself to remember only the pleasant side of it. Even now she blushed at the memory of his cock in her hands, and how he had cum so strongly at her touch. Control or no control, she had enjoyed that immensely.

As she dressed and set about breakfast, a new feeling of unease began to cloud her enthusiasm, but it had nothing to do with the house. It took a little while to understand what was wrong.

Her sister had left her totally alone. Heather had not said a single word to her since she had awakened.

Melinda finished her breakfast and went looking for her sister, and found her back in the bedroom. She was sitting placidly on her bed, idly reading a magazine, one leg casually draped over the other.

Heather raised her head and listened. Downstairs, the front door open and then closed.

She jumped out of bed, stepped over to the window, and peeked between the slats of the blinds. Below, Melinda strode quickly down the walk and paused at the sidewalk to take a glance back to the house. The next moment, she broke and ran towards the intersection, disappearing from view in seconds.

Heather turned from the window. She reached behind her pillow and extracted a small digital camera, not much bigger than her palm. Smiling slyly to herself, she slipped it into the pocket of her jeans before heading out of her room and down the stairs.

Obviously, he was concerned about being on the receiving end this time. The idea of Melinda having such complete control over him was scary. However, he was not as worried about limits. There was little he felt he wasn't ready to try, and if anything, he was all too eager to go as far as she wanted. It was more an instinctual fear, as if there was the chance that he would never come out of it.

Not that he mistrusted Melinda. Far from it. The truth was, he really liked her. She was not what he had expected. He had always thought of her as something of a wallflower, but now he had to wonder if that was because her big sister always had the social spotlight.

For the first time, Jason found himself thinking of another girl more than he thought about Heather.

Besides, the only alternative was for them to conduct their sexual explorations outside of that house. Jason didn't think he could do it. The house allowed him to act very skilled in matters of sex. No first-time awkwardness. No fumbling about trying to figure out what to do. It could be perfect and wonderful every time.

Besides, what harm was there in it? Each side was willingly submitting to it, right? So long as that was the case, it was fine.

Jason timed it pretty well. Just as he came within sight of the intersection, he saw Melinda hasten into view. Without slowing down, she turned and started down the street towards the house.

Jason called out and jogged to catch up with her. Melinda turned her head but did not quite stop, and he had to break into a short run to reach her before she entered the cul-de-sac. He faltered in his step when he saw her give him a cross look.

"Just keep your voice down and don't go shouting my name all over the neighborhood, okay?" Melinda said sharply.

Melinda stopped and looked back the way they came. "Probably nothing," she said. "I hope. My sister's been acting strange this morning."

"Well, she still thinks we're having sex, but, you know, we're not, not really. So it's okay."

They started towards the house, but paused again just short of the gate. Melinda glanced warily to the side before starting up the walk. Jason took a few deep breaths to help calm himself as they stepped into the living room of the house.

Jason started to open his mouth to reply, but whatever words he was about to say simply faded and disappeared like morning mist. He tried to summon them up again, but found that thread of thought slipping away from him.

For a brief moment, he was frightened. This time he was conscious of the control slipping away from him. It felt as if something valuable were falling over the edge of the cliff, and he lunged after it, only to follow it in its fall into the abyss.

His mind rebelled one last time against it before succumbing to it. His skin flushed hot, concentrating in his loins. "No, you can do whatever you want," he said smoothly.

"I can? But ... uh ... Jason?" Melinda trailed off, staring. "Oh, no, am I doing it already? I wasn't ready!"

Actually, Melinda, you were ready for this as soon as you stepped in the door.

Melinda flinched. The voice had sounded almost amused. "But ... I d-didn't even decide on what to ..."

Melinda's eyes widened as she looked at Jason. He was panting lightly, one of his hands lying over a growing bulge in the crotch of his pants. At her unspoken wish, he pulled down his zipper and slipped his fingers inside, lightly stroking himself through the cotton of his briefs. He moaned softly, giving Melinda a pleading and sultry gaze.

"I'll keep stroking myself as long as you want me to," Jason said with a small smile. "I know you like watching me do that."

His voice was a bit deeper than normal, just enough to make it sound thoroughly sexy to Melinda's ears. Slowly he undid his belt, his hips swinging back and forth, as if giving her a show. No, he was giving her a show, for this was all coming from Melinda's head. He was doing everything that she wanted of him.

Melinda hugged an arm around herself, heat growing in her sex. Her excitement mounted as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them. "Would you like me to cum for you again?" he asked in a husky voice, draping his hand over the bulge in his briefs again.

Melinda whimpered, her pussy already growing wet. She looked at his hand as it moved, so slow and deliberate and skilled its movements. She noticed her own dampness, and her thoughts strayed before she could catch them.

"Oh my God," Melinda groaned. She laid a shaking hand on her cheek. Her mind was in a complete tumult, her emotions threatening to run wild.

"I'll do anything you like," Jason said, stepping closer to her, his hand still lightly stroking himself. "Do you want me to use my tongue instead?"

Melinda almost said yes. Almost. She was growing so intensely aroused that it hurt. "N-no, your ... your fingers would be just fine," she said in a badly quavering voice. "W-we better get upstairs first, though."

Melinda giggled, her cheeks bright red, but she was enjoying every second of this. Another fleeting thought came to her, and before she could stop it, Jason had stripped off his briefs. His penis bobbed before him free and unencumbered, swollen and faintly purple with the strength of his erection. He slipped his fingers around it, massaging it gently.

Melinda had to exercise a great deal of effort to tear her eyes from this and lead them to the stairs.

Richie had gambled that the two of them would be back to their regular routine Monday morning, and he had not been disappointed. He tried to convince himself that he was simply curious, but this was just a cover for his true feelings. He was envious of Jason.

Richie was not half the lover that he claimed to be. The truth was, he had yet to have "real" sex with a girl. He's used his hands, had hands used on him, and had oral sex once, but nothing beyond that. He considered himself far more attractive than Jason, and a better personality to boot, yet here Jason was getting all the action.

He had seen Jason and Melinda go in not too long ago before a third person joined the tableau, and Richie had guessed right yet again. There was Heather, skulking into the cul-de-sac. She stuck close to the trees on one side, as if to avoid being seen from the house.

Richie smirked. He doubted that Melinda and Jason were paying much attention to anything other than each other at the moment.

Richie saw Heather pause by the gate and reach into her pocket for something. His eyes widened as he saw it was a camera, which she used to take a few pictures of the outside of the house.

He watched Heather head up the path and into the house. Richie just grinned to himself and waited for the fireworks to start.

The bedroom was again made to look like Melinda's dream room, though this time the bed was wider to accommodate the two of them better, and the stuffed toys were absent. The window was wider and deeper, letting in more light, making the room very bright and cheerful. It was exactly what Melinda wanted.

Despite how excited she was, she hesitated at first to remove her clothes in front of him, still feeling too self-conscious about her own body. Jason solved her dilemma immediately. He began to utter soft, gentle, and very flattering comments on her beauty. Melinda blushed furiously at this, but it made her smile broadly. It was something she always wanted to hear, and it delighted her to no end.

As she undressed, his comments became more sexy and explicit, but without being crude. By the time she had shed her clothes, her pussy was so wet it was almost dripping.

Melinda lay on the bed, trembling a bit as he approached her. She had to remind herself she was in complete control. He held his cock in his hand as long as he could, simply because Melinda loved it. For the briefest of moments, like Jason before her, her mind flirted with something far more daring. When he appeared to pause, Melinda mustered up all her will to keep herself focused on what she originally wanted, and it was with some relief that he lay down next to her instead of atop her.

Melinda took one last deep breath and spread her legs. She uttered a shuddering gasp as Jason draped his hand over her mound, his fingertips teasing her labia until she whimpered for a firmer touch. Without having to voice her need, Jason's hand simply responded to her will. He pressed more firmly into her, touching her small but swollen clit.

She closed her eyes and gave a small, high-pitched moan. Now he was stroking her in ways that she never dreamed of doing on herself, his skill quickly leaving her breathless. She lifted her head slightly, an astonished look crossing her face as she saw that he still held his cock in his other hand, and even gave it an occasional light caress.

Melinda found this to be intensely erotic, and it made her thoughts wander again. Before she could suppress them, he responded. He moved closer to her, part of his body sliding over hers. "No, w-wait, I didn't mean ..."

The next second, one of her nipples was inside Jason's mouth. Melinda panted wildly as he suckled at her young breast. His tongue lashed at the nipple, lips squeezing tightly around it, his cheeks dimpling as he drew it deeper inside.

The combination of his mouth at her tit and his fingers in her pussy was almost too much. She moaned and writhed on the bed, her pleasure mounting higher and higher.

Just outside of the room, Heather was so astonished at what she saw that just stared, momentarily forgetting what she was there to do. She dared to nudge the door open just a bit more so she could see it more clearly.

There was her sister Melinda, wriggling on the bed as if she were in total ecstasy. She was not simply wet, she was sopping. Heather didn't even think Melinda was developed enough sexually to get that aroused. And she never, ever thought that it would be a dweeb like Jason that could get her that way.

Yet there he was, fingering her like a pro, using moves that not even Brad on his best days knew how to do. He was even sucking her tit! And doing it well, like he actually knew what he was doing! Brad was a bit more indelicate when it came to that particular activity, which was why Heather did not encourage him in that area.

Sure, Heather knew there were guys that were great at this, but ... but this was Jason, the Wonder Nerd. This made no sense!

Heather felt a white-hot flash of envy towards her little sister as Melinda's cries escalated from inside the room. The little runt's even going to cum, Heather thought vehemently.

Heather raised her camera, her eyes narrowing to near slits as they came to focus on the LCD screen. She snapped the first picture as Melinda arched her back, moaning loudly and stridently. Her noises conveniently covered up the little electronic warble of the camera. The next picture caught her just as she came, cresting over the top with such force that her shoulders lifted from the bed, her hips jerking as she throbbed.

Heather paused before taking the next shot, her hand shaking. Her mind rebelled at the thought that any of this could be making her horny, yet she felt flushed and her nether regions tingled. She took a short, deep breath and pushed these thoughts aside as best as she could, raising the camera again.

She waited until Melinda came down from her orgasmic high, Jason raising his head and smiling at her. She caught them, framing his face along with Melinda's in the same shot, so neither of them could deny they were together.

Heather paused. She wanted one more picture. One last one to positively cement her case. One more and her little sister would be so grounded she would not see the light of day for years.

Just as she finished lining up the shot, something touched her finger, like the corner of an ice cube brushing her skin. It made her finger twitch against one of the camera controls, and when the button was pushed to take the shot, the flash activated, briefly filling the room with white brilliance.

Melinda looked up, turned her head towards the door, and let out an earsplitting shriek.

Jason knew at once that something was wrong, but his senses were still dulled by the haze that had settled over him which was only starting to lift. He even continued to hold and lightly stroke his cock for a few more seconds before his hand fell away. By the time Melinda leapt off the bed, screaming that someone was in the hallway, Jason finally reacted and scrambled to his feet in a panic.

"Melinda, it's okay, it's okay!" Heather cried frantically, throwing open the door and stepping into the room. "It's just me!"

"Shit, Melinda, any louder and you'll have the whole town wondering what the hell is going on!"

Jason staggered back behind Melinda, his senses returning to him slowly. He was only dimly aware that he was standing there completely naked, and still with a lingering hard-on, his fingers still wet from Melinda's pussy. When he finally did recognize who was standing in the doorway, the shock set in, and he could not move.

Melinda's recovery, however, was far more swift, and her emotions flipped from fright to unbridled fury. "Heather, what the FUCK are you doing here?!" she screeched.

"Watching you make a huge mistake, that's what!" Heather shouted back, a smug smile coming to her lips. She held up the camera. "And this time you're not going to talk your way out of it."

Melinda's mouth dropped open. "You took pictures?? Are you ... you ... you bitch! You fucking perv!"

"I'm the perv? Hah! That's a laugh! Tell me another one! We'll see what Mom thinks when she gets a look at these."

A look of abject horror came over Melinda's face. "Oh my God, Heather, you're not! You can't!"

"What's the matter with you, Mel? You think this is some kind of game? You think you can jump into bed with anybody?" She looked towards Jason and made a face. "With any dork that happens to know how to finger you?"

Melinda's cheeks went beet red. "Yeah, and he was probably tons better than Brad the Wonder Dummy!"

This managed to jolt Jason back to his senses. His mind was trying to both parse the compliment that Melinda had just given him, and the fact that his fantasy girl was staring at his nude body. When it finally registered in his mind what Heather had just called him, his face fell. Yet the next moment, he noticed something. Heather's gaze had dropped down to his cock, her eyes fixed on it.

"Melinda, face it, you acted stupid, and I caught you," Heather said after a pause. It was another few seconds before she finally tore her gaze from Jason.

"Okay, fine, you caught me! Go ahead and get off on the pics if you want, you sicko."

"Noooo!" Melinda wailed in desperation, tears welling up in her eyes. "You can't! Please!"

Heather sighed,and glanced back over to Jason again, a softer look in her eyes. Jason had to resist the urge to shrink from the scrutiny. His heart was pounding hard in his chest. He felt as if her eyes were appraising him. They again came to rest on his nether regions, lingering there for a few moments before she spoke again.

"Look, I can understand, okay? I mean, you're curious, and I guess Jason is decent-looking after all."

Heather blinked rapidly a few times and took a deep breath. She was trembling, and in her sex she felt a slow burn. "A-anyway, I ... I'm going to take these pictures, Melinda and ... and ... uh ..."

Heather trailed off. She made a furtive glance over to Jason, swallowing. Her eyes began to glaze over.

"Uh, Melinda?" Jason said, edging towards her. "I-I think something's happening to her."

"I don't think she's acting like herself. She's ... she's looking like you did yesterday when ..."

As Jason and Melinda glanced at each other, they could tell from the look on the other's face that both of them had heard it that time.

It took only a few seconds for Melinda to understand. She turned her attention back to Heather, her voice tinged with excitement as she said, "Heather, delete those pictures. Now!"

Heather lifted the camera, her hands shaking slightly as she fought to stop herself. It was a losing battle; her will could not counter Melinda's command, and very soon the deed was done. "The pictures are gone," she said tonelessly.

"Melinda, what's going on?" Heather said, her voice weak and breathless. She glanced over to Jason again and let her gaze linger on him, until the slow burn between her legs grew into a hot fire. "Why did I ... oh my God ... what ... wh-what's happening to me?!"

It was only now that Heather could feel the fog seeping into her mind, clouding her thoughts and seizing her emotions. Her breathing grew labored, her legs tightening against the maddening tingling in her sex. Now that she understood what had been slowly entering her mind for the past few minutes, she resisted, but she had no power against it. Swiftly, the darkness drew over her mind and smothered her will.

Jason looked at Heather. Her eyes were half-lidded in a sultry, sexy look that threatened to harden his cock again. Already he felt his deepest fantasies about Heather rising up in his mind despite his attempts to hold them down.

Admittedly, he was not trying very hard. "Melinda, I don't know if we can do this."

Melinda rounded on him. "And why not? She took pictures of us! She was going to tell my mother!"

"No buts! You don't know what it's like to live with her! Always acting like she's the queen or something! Well, not today!" She whirled around and ran over to Heather, hands on her hips. "You're not going to be bossing anyone around now, are you?"

"You're going to be good, aren't you?" Melinda said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "A good little girl."

"Yes, I'll be good," Heather said in a childlike voice, her mind totally enslaved to them. "I'll be a good little girl."

Heather looked over to Jason, smiled, and raised her hands to the bottom of her shirt. She grasped it in her fingers and lifted it slowly over her head, revealing the white lace bra holding her breasts, her nipples two raised bumps against the cups.

"You want me naked," Heather said as she pulled down the zipper on her jeans, her voice deeply husky and incredibly sexy to Jason's ears. "You've always wanted to see me naked, haven't you, Jason?"

Melinda stepped back and grinned, folding her arms. "Someone's going to get a treat."

Jason tried to get his voice to work and failed. He tried to maintain the thought that this was wrong, and failed at that as well. It was impossible to think of anything while Heather wiggled her hips as she slid her jeans off. His eyes fell on the damp stain in the crotch of her white panties, and that ruined any further chance of rational thought in Jason's head.

"Oh, look," Heather said with a sultry grin. She spread her feet apart and drew her fingers to her slot, pressing the fabric into her folds, rubbing firmly and breathing a soft sigh. "I'm wet already. I've been getting wet all the time I've been here."

Melinda giggled at this. She crossed the room and plunked herself down on the foot of her bed to watch the show.

Jason couldn't move. He couldn't think. Already his cock had risen again, hard and pulsing. Heather's gaze was drawn to it. She approached him, walking with an exaggerated swing in her hips that made Jason ache. She was acting in every way exactly as he had fantasized about her so many times. He was too excited to stop it.

Heather giggled as she came up to him. She slipped her hand under her panties long enough to stroke herself a few times and thoroughly wet her fingers. She took those sopping digits and lightly caressed his cock with them, spreading her warm slickness over his shaft.

Jason lost whatever sense of restraint he had after that. Heather shed the rest of her clothes, Jason staring at her magnificent breasts as they bounced free from her bra. She leaned forward, letting her tits hang down in front of her, her ass thrust backwards, her fingers in her slot. It was just like in one of the pictures Jason had seen in her, and that he had in his head at that moment.

When the next thought entered his head, he gave only a perfunctory attempt to quell it. Ultimately, this was far too little too late, for Heather was already dropping to her knees before him. The next thing he knew, his cock was inside her hot, hungry mouth.

"Oh my God," Melinda breathed, her cheeks coloring slightly. "She's actually doing it. Oh, fuck. She's doing it. She's sucking you off."

Heather drew his cock in and out of her mouth in slow, deliberate movements, lips tightly wrapped around his shaft. Jason was in ecstasy. It was nothing like he had imagined; it was ten times better. Never had he dreamed this would come to pass, and now that it had, he wanted to enjoy every last second. He did not want her to hurry.

Heather showed no inclination to rush things. Because he wanted it slow, she did as well. She took the time to leisurely lick the underside of his cock and tease his balls with the tip of her tongue. She tickled the sensitive spot behind the head. When she again took him fully into her mouth, she moaned, her breath growing short. Her knees were spread apart under her, fingers sunk into her soaked pussy, stroking herself with firm, quick movements.

Melinda was watching this intently. She wondered what it tasted like, if it really did taste good or if this was just because Heather was being controlled. She still wasn't sure if she was ready to do it herself, but it looks less mysterious to her now.

Jason's groans rose in loudness and pitch as the pressure mounted. Heather sucked him even more enthusiastically, her head bobbing back and forth faster, her cheeks dimpling. Jason was panting heavily, his body quivering.

Holy shit, is she going to let him cum in her mouth? Melinda thought in amazement. But I guess it depends on what Jason wants, doesn't it?

Jason tried to hold back as long as he could, but the stain was too much; he was simply too excited to draw it out any longer. His orgasm came with a loud moan, his penis throbbing hard. Heather at once drew his cock deep into her mouth, milking it with her tongue as he spewed his seed. Heather stroked herself faster, moaning through her nose as she tilted her head back to make sure she did not spill a drop. As his orgasm faded, she drew back and swallowed, then licked at his cock as a few last bits dribbled from the softening head. She lapped each remaining drop eagerly.

Jason staggered back from Heather in a daze. Heather gave several strained groans, her hand whipping back and forth in her slot. Finally she tossed her head back and gave a loud, "uhhhnn!" as she came. Behind her, Melinda uttered a surprised gasp at the sudden, small splash of fluid from Heather's pussy.

Her cunt still pounding, Heather fell forward, catching herself with her free hand. She remained on three-point, one hand still between her legs, still rubbing at her clit until her orgasm was finally spent.

Heather uttered one last groan and very slowly rose to her feet, still panting for breath. She raised her head, her eyes glassy and dazed. "What ... what j-just happened?" she asked in a weak voice as the fog lifted. She looked over to Jason, her eyes widening in shock. "Did I just ...? I did ... oh my God ... I did ..."

"And you enjoyed it!" Melinda cried with a grin. "Don't try to deny it, either!"

Heather staggered back and looked from Melinda to Jason. "You ... I c-couldn't stop myself!" she cried. "Why did I do that? What did you do to me?!"

"Yes, you did, you little turd! You must have! No way I'd do anything like this, no way I'd even take off my ... oh, shit!"

As if only realizing now that she was naked, Heather rushed around the room in a frenzy picking up her clothes.

Jason came around the edge of the room, trying to keep his distance from Heather, joining Melinda near the bed. "We better tell her," Jason said.

"I would never have done that on my own, Melinda!" Heather shouted as she struggled to get her clothes back on.

Heather opened her mouth to protest and shut it again. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them. Her tongue slid around the inside of her mouth. She could still faintly taste some of Jason's seed. It was not entirely unpleasant, to say the least.

"If ... if it helps any, I really enjoyed it too." His cheeks colored. "You were very good. Actually, you were fantastic."

Jason blushed as he realized how he was gushing over it, but Heather actually afforded him a tiny smile. "I don't keep my boyfriend by doing a bad job at that," she commented lightly.

"Oh, shut up, Mel, you're pathetic." She paused to pull her shirt back over herself. "Yeah, fine, so I do it. So what the fuck is going on here? Tell me what? What's with you two? What happened to me and what's with this house?"

Melinda sighed as she gave Jason a forlorn look. "Well, go ahead, tell her!" she said sullenly, dropping back down onto the bed and folding her arms indignantly. "You're the one that found it first."

Jason looked a little uncomfortable to be put on the spot like this, and he sorely wanted to put his clothes back on, but he did not believe Heather was going to let them leave until she understood what was going on.

Richie was impatient. Every minute that passed made him more antsy, and it was growing increasingly uncomfortable to remain crouched behind the bushes. Insects were trying to crawl over his sneakers and around his ankles and calves, and one of the bushes had tiny thorns over its branches. There was very little breeze and the air was still and sodden. It was thunderstorm weather for sure, and he did not want to be outside near a bunch of tall trees when it finally came.

Heather was in the lead, followed closely behind by both Melinda and Jason. He smiled at first as he saw they were having a rather animated -- and he assumed heated -- discussion. He had been sure that once Heather walked in on them happily fucking away, she'd go ballistic on them and drag them out of there in a second.

As they reached the gate, he could hear their conversation as a distant buzz. His hopes were raised when it appeared that Heather was lecturing the two of them. Finally, Melinda appeared fed up with it and broke away, racing up the street towards the intersection. She started coming in Richie's general direction.

He hunkered back down behind the bushes, and remained quiet. He heard Heather shout Melinda's name. "What now?" Melinda snapped. "What else you want to try to dictate to me?"

He heard the other two approach. "Heather, it's not really all that bad," Jason said. "I mean, we were having fun with it."

"Oh, and that's fun?" Heather snapped. "It's fun to make someone prance around like your little slave?"

"I don't know what's sicker, you doing it, or you, Melinda, for submitting to it."

"But it was fun!" Melinda cried. "Well, mostly. I mean, yeah, it was a little creepy, but ..."

"A little creepy?" Heather said, aghast. "You're not the one who was made to suck off the nerd here!"

Richie's jaw dropped. Did he hear that right? He couldn't have heard that right. No way.

"See? See?" Melinda said. "I told you, Jason! I told you she was going to start denying it! I have half a mind to tell everyone I know how Heather gave Jason a blow-job!"

"Wait, please, stop," Jason said, his voice sounding shaky. "I don't want you two arguing over this."

"There's nothing to argue over," Melinda said defiantly. "She can't make us stop going to the house."

"Heather, please," Jason said. "I'm sorry if you're pissed over what we made you do."

"That was too freaky, Jason," Heather said darkly. "It was like I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but I couldn't stop." A pause. "So is that what you always wanted from me, huh?"

"So you going to make Melinda do it now for you? She next in your little harem?"

Jason sighed. "Heather, it's not like that," he said sheepishly. "I didn't do anything that she didn't agree to before ..."

"Why not? It doesn't seem to have any effect on you? Maybe shaming him will stop this."

"Shaming me?" Jason said, his voice rising sharply. "Now that's not fair, Heather. I mean, come on, it's not like I made you do something serious. I mean ... I mean like something that could get you pregnant."

"Yeah, and if I had stayed under longer? If I hadn't come back to my senses? What then?"

Melinda gasped. "You ... y-you saw me? You peeked in on us Saturday, too? You fucking little ..."

"Don't call her 'Mel'!" Jason declared. "She hates that. And stop acting like we're criminals or something. I mean ... yeah, this is a little weird, but no one's been hurt. I was kind of reluctant about it at first ..."

Reluctant about WHAT?! Richie screamed in his mind, clenching his teeth in frustration.

"Oh, don't waste your breath, Jason!" Melinda said in a dismissive tone of voice. "She always thinks she's right. Maybe making you suck him off was just what you needed, Heather. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped there. Maybe ..."

"I don't want to hear any more of this!" Heather screamed. "No more! That's it! I've had enough! Fine! Keep going to that house! I'm not even sure I believe half of what you told me! Just don't you dare come crying to me when you get yourself knocked-up!"

"Is she going to cause trouble for you, Melinda?" Jason asked anxiously. "I mean, what if she does tell ..."

Melinda snorted. "You think they'll believe her? I changed my mind. Telling her everything that happened was the right thing to do. They'll think she's nuts."

Melinda giggled. "I'm sorry, but that was just too much, watching her do that for you. Oh my God."

"Jason?" Melinda said in a soft voice. "I ... um ... maybe next time I'll, uh ... well, do the same for you that Heather did."

Richie waited a few moments, then carefully peeked over the bushes, watching until they had turned the corner of the intersection and disappeared from view.

He stood, wincing and grunting at his stiffened muscles and the pinpricks of the thorns against one leg as he extricated himself from the foliage.

Richie felt like his world had been turned upside-down. None of this was making any sense. Jason getting a blow-job from Heather? Having two girls doing him? Melinda just offering herself to him? And what was all this about being a "slave"?

Richie did not know everything that was going on yet, but after what he had heard, he would be damned if he did not find out. Jason was getting more action that Richie ever had. He intended to find out exactly why.

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