Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 5
   Keywords: Fiction, Coercion, Female Domination, Incest, Teen Male/Teen
Female, Voyeurism, Young
   Oh Jesus God get me the fuck out of here!
   I leapt down the stairs two steps at a time and barely kept myself from
faceplanting on the hardwood floor.  I ran down the hallway and skidded to
a halt just outside the living room.  I hastily tried to collect myself and
took a deep breath before walking into the room, trying my best to fake
calmness.  Thankfully Tush wasn't still playing Smash at the time.  He had
gotten knocked out of the game before Troy and somehow Jensen.
   "Yo Tushar can we- do you mind if we- a little early..." For God's sake
get a fucking grip.
   Tushar turned around and looked at me with one eyebrow raised.  I
cleared my throat and tried again.  "You mind if we leave a little early? I
need- Mom needs- my mom called me and she needs me home for some family
emergency."
   "Uh, yeah sure.  No problem," Tush said as he got up from the couch.
   "You guys heading out right now?" Troy asked while destroying Jensen in
Smash.
   "Yeah if that's cool with Tush," I replied.
   "It's cool with me if you stop calling me 'Tush,'", Tush joked.  "Guess
we'll see you guys next week.  Peace."
   Tanya and Troy said their goodbyes but Jensen didn't say a word.  He
needed every cell in his brain to be concentrating on the game to not get
pounded by Troy.  While Tush and I were putting on our shoes by the front
door I nervously kept my eyes up the stairs, terrified that Jill or even
Marco would appear and we would make awkward eye contact.  I bolted out the
door and put my head on a swivel looking for Tush's car.
   Tush followed me out the door and asked, "Where's Marco and Jill?" Oh
God.
   "Maybe they went somewhere by themselves," I stammered.
   "Like where?  We're balls deep in Suburbia," he countered.
   I was anxious and had no idea what to say so I just shrugged animatedly.
Tush shrugged too and half a minute later we were taking off in his car.
   My head was swimming during the ride.  Oh God now that Jill saw me see
the condom she knows I know they just had sex so then she'll be paranoid
and then maybe she actually will notice the window has a perfect view of
Vince's room and they were having sex in the mirror and she's gonna know I
was spying on them and she'll think I'm a pervert and she'll never respect
me again and then we'll stop being friends and ruin our Ultimate clique and
then people will wonder why there's drama between us and eventually it's
gonna get out"Jordan!"
   I jumped in my seat and looked at Tush.  He shot me a quick glance to
make sure he had gotten my attention.
   "What?" I asked.
   "I was asking you about 3betting light on the big blind against villains
with high fold-to-3bet," he replied.  The look on my face made it all too
obvious I hadn't heard a word he said.  "You alright?  You're really spaced
out man," he said.
   "Yeah I'm fine," I lied, "I was just wondering about the emergency.  My
mom made it sound urgent."
   "Oh.  I hope it's not too bad."
   Thankfully Tush read my mood and didn't try to talk poker again for the
rest of the ride.  He just let me lose myself in my thoughts, and I got
very lost indeed.  By the time we pulled up to my house I was constantly
checking my phone, waiting for Jill to send me a vicious text that would
mark the end of our friendship.  It never came.  I thanked Tush for the
ride and we bumped fists before he took off.
   Inside my house I absentmindedly said hi to my mom as I passed her at
the family room computer.  I trudged my way upstairs, looking at my phone
the whole way, and tossed it onto my bed once I got in my room.  I stripped
down to my boxers and leapt onto my bed with my hands on my eyes, groaning
and still stressing out over what happens next.  I was still there,
endlessly going over every worst case scenario in my head when Cammi walked
in through my open door.
   "Soooo what happened?" she asked quietly.  I just looked at her with
both eyes wide open.  Where do I even start?
   Cammi sensed my panic.  "What happened?" she repeated more forcefully.
   "Um, exactly what I told you," I responded heavily.
   "Details."
   "Seriously?  Why do you want to know so bad?"
   "Because whatever happened, you're freaking out again."
   I rested my head back down on my bed and put my palms back on my eyes. I
stayed like that for a few seconds before taking a couple deep breaths and
sitting upright to face Cammi.
   "Okay, so you know how Jill's liked Marco for a really long time?" I
asked.
   "No," Cammi said.
   "Okay, well Jill's liked Marco for a really long time.  So like a couple
days ago me and a couple other friends told her to finally ask him out,
right?  'Cause Marco's totally oblivious and Jill's just not doing anything
not making any moves waiting for him to ask her out.  So we're like, 'yeah
ask him out on Saturday.' So she comes on Saturday and the day's normal and
then when we're finished with Ultimate and we're going back to Troy's house
she makes her move.  And we get back and order pizza and they weren't with
us but we just assumed they were still right outside talking.  And then I
had to use the washroom but the one downstairs was taken so I used the one
upstairs, and I was taking a piss when I saw the window to my right looks
at the back of the house and I could see into Troy's brother's room, and
Jill and Marco were there making out.  And then they started having sex. 
And then they kept having sex."
   "And you just watched them the whole time?"
   "Y-yeah," I said sheepishly.  Cammi fired me a scolding look that said,
"you're a pervert."
   I continued.  "So then they...finished.  And that's when I texted you.
And then I looked back and they were gone, so I left the washroom and Jill
was coming in and we bumped into each other and she dropped the condom and
I saw it, and she saw me saw it, so then I got the fuck out of there and
now we're here."
   Cammi stared at me for a time before saying, "So why are you freaking
out?"
   "What?" I asked incredulously.  "Why the fuck wouldn't I be freaking
out? She just caught me watching her and Marco have sex.  She's going to
hate me for life."
   "No," Cammi reasoned, "you caught her having sex.  All she knows is you
know she just fucked Marco.  She knows you saw the condom, not that you
were watching her.  They didn't see you watching them right?"
   "No."
   "So then she's the one that's freaking out right now.  She doesn't hate
you, she's embarrassed.  She's worried you're gonna tell people or make
things awkward for her.  You're lucky, all boys think about is sex and when
they get it they're all cool and everything.  You know how embarrassing it
is for girls when people think we like or think about sex?"
   "But what if she saw how good the view from the washroom is?  What if
she asked people how long I was up there and she figures it out?  Then
she'll stop being friends with me and then our friends will wonder why
we're not friends anymore and someone's gonna find out-"
   Cammi briskly walked towards me and punched me in the shoulder.
   "Ow," I said even though the punch didn't hurt at all.  "What the hell
was that for?"
   "Stop freaking out!" she told me sternly.  "You panic too much.  She's
not gonna ask how long you used the washroom.  And even if she sees the
window and worries if you saw them, she doesn't know you did.  She's way
more embarrassed than suspicious right now, trust me." Once Cammi's words
penetrated my thick skull I realized how much sense she was making.  The
whole time I was worried about the worst possible things happening but from
Jill's perspective she was in the hot seat, not me.
   "Just be cool if she talks to you about it," Cammi continued.  "She
probably won't though.  She'll like, pretend it didn't happen and hope you
do too.  And you should."
   "Yeah," I muttered.  "Yeah, you're right.  You're totally right." I was
starting to feel a whole lot better.
   Cammi smiled and put her hands on her hips boisterously.  "Of course I
am," she chirped.
   I chuckled.  "Thanks," I said earnestly.  "I uh, I do panic too much. 
I'll try to work on that."
   "Yeah," Cammi said.  "I didn't expect that though, you know?  Jill?  On
the first date?"
   "Oh my God it wasn't even a date she just asked him out while walking
back. ...They moved fast."
   "Yeah I'm surprised.  Especially with Jill.  She's so..." Cammi
struggled to find the words.  I knew what she meant though.  She had met my
friends only a handful of times but I guess she still picked up that Jill
was pretty...  what's the word?...  conservative.  The good girl.  The kind
of girl that you could imagine might save herself until marriage.
   "I know what you mean," I said.  "Me too."
   "...So you're not dying to cum anymore, are you?"
   I perked up.  So did my dick.  "Are you offering?" I asked eagerly. 
Cammi shot me down immediately.
   "No no," she said.  "Waiting, remember?"
   "Oh," I whimpered.  "Yeah I was about to burst a while ago, but after
the panic attack...I think I'm okay."
   "Good," Cammi sang.  "Keep it that way." The angel skipped to my door
and turned around and said, "And seriously, be cool with Jill okay?  The
only way this gets super awkward is if you make it super awkward.
   "Sure," I said.
   "Everything'll be fine," Cammi said with a smile, and left.
   I took a moment and breathed a huge sigh of relief.  What was I worried
about?  Of course Jill's the one who's worried, not me.  Poor thing.  Good
thing I saw it and not Jensen, that guy would make a fucking scene every
time he saw her in school.  And holy shit dude you needed Cammi to get your
head on straight.  You're supposed to be the older brother, why is she
always the one taking care of you?  I made a mental note to sack up from
that moment on and booted up my computer.  I had been watching anime on
Crunchyroll for over an hour when I heard a familiar sound.  Skype
notification.
   Jill Flores says: are u there?
   Oh.  Oh God.  Oh GOD.  Cammi you said she was gonna pretend it never
happened!  I sat there looking at the message, mind racing again, trying to
stay true to the vow I made just earlier and keep my cool.
   Jill Flores says: jordan i know ur there
   Jill Flores says: u already went home and ur always on ur computer
   Fuck I'm blown.
   I replied: hi
   -did u tell anyone?
   -what?
   -did u tell anyone what u saw
   -you mean tonight?
   -yes tonight!  DID U TELL ANYONE JORDAN
   Yes.  I told Cammi like immediately.
   -no
   -dont lie to me
   -im not!  i wouldnt lie to you
   Except I just did.
   -are u sure?
   -yes im sure
   -i know guys love talking about this stuff like jensen always talking
about the girls he hooks up with the girls that put out hey look at this
slut anyone can bang her!
   -jill Stop.  im not that kind of guy you know that
   It was a good while before Jill responded.  I waited, staring at the
Skype client the whole time.  She had to be tense, but I probably was just
as much.
   -yeah i know ur right sorry i just i panicked
   -yeah i kinda did too lol really im not gonna say anything what happened
is your business its only awkward if we make it awkward
   -that sounds profound lol
   Cammi you're my hero.
   -its true though really i wont say anything i promise its a secret
   -okay thanks!  :)
   I breathed a huge sigh of relief for the hundredth time that week and
was just about to get back to my anime when I got more messages.
   -im not like this u know
   -what?
   -im not that kind of girl i wasn't raised like that im not like that idk
what happened
   -yeah you dont seem like it its ok things happen and you were after
marco a long time you don't have to explain yourself
   I decided it would be fun to tease her.
   still you seemed prepared summer dress condom?
   -no!  i just wanted to look good i was only going to ask him out the
condom was his
   -im jk lol what a surprise marco always carries a condom stud
   -that was his first time tho
   -how do you know?
   -he told me he said he was a virgin was
   I felt my face blushing.  Talking about this kind of stuff with Jill was
kind of fun and exciting but also made me a little nervous.
   -ok maybe getting a little too personal lol some stuff is better private
   -yeah oops its ok tho ur like a brother to me i trust u :)
   Oh God the irony.
   -lol ok well as your brother from another mother i feel its my duty to
warn you you started with a fast pace with marco
   -OMG I KNOW IT WAS SUCH A MISTAKE it was too fast i left right after u
too before marco i didn't even talk to him after i dont know what he thinks
i dont want him to think that was just a hookup
   -its fine
   -but what if we start dating and he always wants sex because thats how
we started i dont want to move that fast
   -im sure youll be fine
   -i didnt mean for that to happen one thing just led to another what if
he gets bored of normal dates what if all he wanted was the one night stand
   -JILL
   -yes?
   -RELAX YOULL BE FINE marcos not that kind of guy either just tell him
what you just told me and hell be cool before you know it youll be married
and have 3 kids and a white picket fence
   -lol thanks its gonna be awkward though talking to him after i just left
   -itll be fine stop worrying :)
-ok :S
   -...you did move kinda fast though lol
   -I KNOW D:
   -like i told you to ask him out not blow him on vinces bed lol
   -what?
   -;)
   -how did u know we were in vinces room?
   OH.  OH GOD!  OH GUIVFBHADJFKLFAHNKNJOWEIJKFD WHAT DID YOU DO?!  WHAT
DID YOU JUST FUCKING DO?!  I felt the panic coming on again, and I knew
this time I had a good reason.
   -just a guess lol i didnt think you guys would use troy or his moms
rooms wait were you guys actually in vinces room lol
   -How did you know I blew him?
   The panic was really starting to set in.  "The only way this gets super
awkward is if you make it super awkward", AND YOU JUST MADE IT SUPER
FUCKING AWKWARD!  HOW DID YOU FUCK UP THIS BAD?!
   -what?  lol everyone does that i just assumed
   I started typing a number of other stupid reasons and excuses but
deleted them all before sending.  They would just make my lie more obvious.
YOU FUCKING RETARD!  SKYPE SHOWS WHEN SOMEONE'S TYPING!  WHEN YOU DO THAT
SHIT AND DON'T SEND THE MESSAGES YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE GRABBING AT STRAWS!
Oh FUCK!  Dude you don't even need to be face to face to fuck up.  You
can't even lie over the internet.
   -Jordan.
   Oh God oh God oh God...
   -yeah?
   -Did you see us?
   OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
   -what?
   -Did you see us
   -what are you talking about how could i see you
   -Don't lie to me.  The bathroom could see into Vince's room.  Did you
see us?
   I was about to pass out.  I just stared dumbly at the conversation,
watching my life crumble one Skype message at a time.  Jill didn't like my
pause.
   -Did you see us Jordan?
   I trembled with fear and sighed.  Fuck.
   -yes
   -I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT WHY DID YOU LOOK WHAT DID YOU SEE
   Everything.  I watched you make out with a guy you just asked out and
then have the best teenage quickie ever.  And I did it because you're a
fucking 20 out of 10 and watching you gagging for it while getting fucked
on all fours was the hottest thing imaginable.
   -nothing not much
   I scrambled in my mind, trying to find ways to salvage the situation.
   i guess you guys just finished you took off the condom and then kinda
blew marco a little bit
   -OMG YOU ACTUALLY SAW THAT
   -yeah
   -YOU SAW US NAKED YOU SAW ME NAKED
   -kind of
   There was another long pause.  I couldn't stand the simmering.
   it wasnt on purpose!  i was just taking a leak and then the window was
right there and i just saw you thats all
   -How long was your leak?
   -WHAT?
   -How long was your leak
   -i dont know like a minute why the fuck do you care
   -Just a minute?
   -i dont time myself when i piss whats the deal
   -The deal is it was a lot more than a minute between us finishing and me
bumping into you in the bathroom.
   -ok so 3 minutes then i washed my hands whatever who cares
   -Don't lie to me.  What were you doing in there?
   -I TOOK A LEAK I WASHED MY HANDS
   -It doesn't take you almost 5 minutes to pee and wash your hands.  What
were you doing in the bathroom?
   Fuck it let's just tell the truth.
   -i got a text from cammi and then we texted back and forth thats it i
swear on my life
   -You told me Camille wasn't allowed to use her phone late.
   -well my dads starting to let her use it later on weekends i really did
text cammi i swear thats what happened want me to prove it?
   No!  You can't prove it!  She'll see you told Cammi what you saw, and
it's a lot more than what you just told Jill!
   -Yes, actually.
   Shit!
   -oh
   Shit!T
   well uh actually
   Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
   i cant
   -And why is that?
   -i just cant
   -You
   Another pause.  I could practically feel Jill seething on the other end
of the conversation.
   -im sorry!  im really sorry!  but it wasnt on purpose!  and really its
just as much your fault as mine
   Okay, now think of something you could say that's even worse than what
you said just now.  What's that?  You can't?  Yeah that's right you FUCKING
MORON!
   -...  That's kind of true.
   Holy shit!  Really?
   -im really sorry though honestly
   -Me too.
   Jill let me stew for another short moment again before continuing.
   I'm a lot more embarrassed than angry right now But let me be clear You
owe me.
   -owe you what?
   -I don't know yet But I'm going to think about it.
   That doesn't sound good.  Still, this could've gone way worse.  Maybe
shut your fucking face next time.
   -um ok
   -yeah...  good night
   -night
   I spent the entire afternoon mass the next day praying to God that I
didn't go to hell for what I was doing with Cammi and that Jill's blackmail
wasn't too brutal.  I wasn't expecting much luck with either wish.
   The unexpected bright side of this incident with Jill was it kept my
mind busy and off of sex.  Keeping my semen stored for Cammi was much
easier than I had expected since I spent so much time thinking about this
disaster with Jill instead.  I spent the next few school days trying to act
normal around Jill and the rest of the gang.  It felt like Jill was pulling
it off much better than I was.  To everyone else it looked like life was
just going as usual except Jill and Marco were finally an item, but Jill
found opportunities to fire glances at me that served to remind me that I
wasn't off the hook.  I actually started to feel gradually more at ease
until Wednesday, when I felt like things basically were back to normal.  I
wasn't worrying about the ordeal so much and I felt I could actually
breathe and relax around Jill.  She promptly burst my bubble.
   At recess Jill ambushed me at my locker.  "I know how you'll repay me,"
she said ominously.
   "Ooookay..." I replied humbly.  I had never been so scared of a pretty
girl 5 inches shorter than me.
   "Come with me," she said curtly.  I obeyed and followed her to one of
the school's less used stairways.  Instead of going down, to the cafeteria
or field where everyone else usually spent their break, we went up, and
still up, past the third floor.  We stopped at the landing that led to the
roof, which was blocked by a locked door.
   "Okay," Jill said eagerly.  Her chipper attitude made me feel
uncomfortable.  "You saw me naked, right?"
   "Uh, yeah," I replied stiffly, "but, you know mostly from the back-"
   "But you saw me naked."
   "...Yeah."
   "Did you like what you saw?"
   "Is...is this a trick question?"
   "It's not a trick question, just answer honestly.  Did you like what you
saw?" Bullshit this isn't a trick question, every answer is wrong here!
   "Yyyyes?"
   "Good, then I hope I like what I see," Jill said shortly.  "Strip."
   "What?" I had never seen Jill like this.  She was lovely, accommodating,
meek!  She was never stern unless she was pissed.  She didn't order people
around.  She had problems telling people no and her tone was always
positive and light.  So who the hell is this girl standing in front of me?
   "You saw me naked, now you're gonna pay me back in kind," Jill said,
completely serious.  "And don't get any ideas, I'm not coming on to you. 
My heart's with Marco and I'd sooner die than cheat on him, but you saw me
naked and fair's fair.  So strip."
   "Uh..." Can I not?  Please?  "Wait isn't this where people sell booze
and smokes?  What if someone comes up here?"
   "Only during lunch, no one's coming up here," Jill answered coolly. 
"You're not getting out of this Jordan."
   I took a deep sigh.  How the fuck did I get in this situation?  I
quickly shed my polo shirt and shoes.  I dropped my jeans and started
slowing down after that.  I looked at Jill with begging eyes, hoping that
she would find this as awkward as I did or maybe take pity on me and call
the whole thing off.  No such luck.  I sighed again and took off my socks
and turned around.  I dropped my boxers with my back facing her and stood
up straight.
   "There, you happy?" I cried.
   "No, turn around," Jill said flatly.
   "Why?  I only saw your back, what happened to fair's fair?"
   "You saw a lot more than my back and you know it."
   I hung my head and turned around.  And this is the part where you guys
think I had a huge boner and Jill got turned on and we fucked on the
landing don't you?  Yeah?  FUCK YOU.  This was the most humiliating and
unarousing experience ever.  My dick was shriveled like a raisin.
   "Are you happy now?" I felt dead inside.
   "Not really," Jill answered.  "You saw me give a blowjob.  Why don't you
jerk off for me?"
   I was actually starting to feel like shit.  "You're taking this way too
far.  I thought you were a nice person."
   "I am a nice person.  And I'm not trying to hurt you, I really do love
you like a brother.  But when I found out you saw me and Marco I felt
exactly what you're feeling now, naked and vulnerable and at my weakest.  I
think this will help us bond." Bond?  Yeah okay.
   "You sure you're not just enjoying punishing me?"
   "Maybe just a little," Jill teased, "but mostly what I said."
   I was feeling really down in the dumps now.  I felt small.  Belittled.
Vulnerable.  Which is exactly what she said she felt.  You're getting what
you deserve, man.  You saw a lot more than what you told her.  This is your
just desserts.  "I can't do it," I said emptily.
   "Yes you can," Jill said with a tone that sounded more encouraging than
strict.
   My brain was shutting down.  I wasn't even thinking anymore.  I was
zombie mode.  "No I can't," I insisted.  "I'm too embarrassed, I'm too
turned off.  And even if I could, I'm supposed to save my cum."
   "Save your cum?  For what?"
   "Cammi."
   "What?"
   ...
   ...........
  
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   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
   I woke back up.  My brain started doing overtime.  I felt adrenaline
course through my veins.  I felt panic streak through my soul.  What did
you just fucking say?!  What did you just fucking say?!
   "Nothing," I said much more enthusiastically.
   "Did you..." Jill's eyes were locked on mine, but she wasn't looking at
me.  She was looking through me.  I could basically hear her brain working,
trying to comprehend what I just said.  "Are you...are you having sex with
your sister?" Jill's gaping mouth had a hint of a smile in it but I
couldn't tell if it was sheer incredulity or she was actually amused.
   "What?!  No," I denied animatedly.  "That's crazy, why would you even
say that?  That's gross.  That's disgusting." ...And you just did it again.
I swear to God, when you get home, the first thing you're doing is
practicing lying in the mirror.  If you even get home today and don't find
yourself in jail before lunch.
   Jill didn't say anything.  Her eyes just slowly wandered everywhere. 
She put a hand up to cover her hanging mouth and looked back at me.  I
braced myself for whatever was coming next.  Maybe just a brutal tongue
lashing about how I was a disgusting human being.  Maybe a sprint down the
stairs to call the cops and have me arrested.  Maybe a swift kick in the
balls.  Instead, Jill just laughed.  She laughed until she had to hold her
side.
   "Oh my God!," she exclaimed between fits of laughter.  "I knew you were
too close!  How long?"
   I stuttered incomprehensible sounds that weren't even close to words. 
Jill continued.
   "I can't believe..." Some of the humour suddenly drained from Jill's
face.  "Oh my God Camille's such a sweet little thing.  And you're
corrupting her!  What's wrong with you?!"
   "What wrong with me I...you had me- I'm up here...and you had me strip
in front of you-"
   "You're fucking your sister!"
   "Shhhhhhh!" I hushed anxiously.  The stairwell carried sound well so
loud noises echoed strongly.  If anyone was on the stairwell they would
have heard Jill's outburst.
   "Jordan," Jill said in a tone that was half lecturing and half about to
burst into laughter again.  "You're twisted.  She's thirteen."
   "It-"
   "And your sister!"
   "Yeah but, it was her idea!"
   "What?!" Jill was laughing again.
   "It was..." I trailed off and didn't bother finishing what I was saying.
Jill was laughing uncontrollably again.  I hung my head.  I wasn't about to
cry, but I was close.  I sourly gathered my clothes and started putting
them back on.  Jill finally collected herself as I zipped up my jeans and
she cleared her throat.
   "Ahem, sorry, I don't know why that was so funny," she said as she
caught her breath.  "It's not funny, it's sick."
   "You can't.  Tell.  Anyone," I urged gravely.
   "I won't, I wont," she said, still amused.  "I really should though."
   "It's not funny." You couldn't keep this secret a week.  How fucked are
you?
   "It really is," Jill said.  "Here, you dropped this." She bent down and
picked up my phone, which must have fell out of my pocket when my jeans
were on the ground.  She was about to hand it to me when it started
vibrating.  Jill looked at the screen and another big smile spread across
her lips.  "It's Camille," she said excitedly.  "Sorry, Cammi," she added
flippantly, reading my caller ID.
   I reached out to take the phone out of her hand but she backed up. 
"Give it," I said.  She shook her head mischievously and answered and the
call and put on speakerphone.
   "Hello?  Jord?" Cammi's voice rang out from the phone.  I gave Jill a
serious death stare but she just smiled back at me and gestured to answer
Cammi.
   "Hi," I said flatly.
   "Why's there so much echo?  Am I on speaker?"
   "Yeah."
   "Can you take me off?  I need to tell you something." I tried to tell
Jill through body language that the joke was over but she just shook her
head again and held onto my phone.  She turned off speaker and motioned me
to come closer, so I could speak into the phone as she held it but she
could still eavesdrop.  I reluctantly complied after giving Jill another
"you're so dead" look.
   "Okay you're off," I told Cammi.
   "Okay," Cammi said as her voice quieted to a whisper.  "Are you alone?"
   I took one more stab at convincing Jill that it wasn't funny anymore and
to give me my phone back, but Jill just shook her head again and smiled
even wider.  She looked ready to lose it again.  Fuck this was my last
chance to stop the shit from hitting the fan.  Are you kidding dude?  The
shit already hit the fan.  Shit's everywhere.  There's like one square inch
of wall that isn't covered in shit right now.  Yeah?  Well I'm going to
fight for that last square inch.  Jill doesn't need to hear this.
   "Are you there?" Cammi asked again.  Now it was my turn to shake my head
at Jill.  I let her know I wasn't going to let her hear whatever Cammi was
going to say so she might as well give up.  So Jill took matters into her
own hands.
   "Yeah I'm alone," Jill said in a deep voice that was apparently supposed
to sound like me.  Hah!  What the fuck?  That doesn't sound anything like
me!
   Apparently Cammi didn't agree.
   "My period's done, we can do it again," Cammi whispered.
   Jill's hand shot to her mouth again and she fell into another fit of
hysterical laughter.  This time her laughter was so strong she couldn't
stand straight, so she fell against the landing railing and slowly slid to
the floor.  I deftly took the phone from her hand as she struggled to keep
her laughter silent through tears.
   "Oh, that's great," I said bluntly.  I was focused on Jill shaking
violently on the ground.
   "You don't sound too excited," Cammi said.
   "Oh no I'm excited.  Definitely excited." Upon hearing that Jill's
laughing fit regained its initial intensity and it looked like she was now
biting her hand to keep herself from howling out loud.
   "Okay so I was thinking, you know how we've been doing it at night and
we always need to be quiet?" Cammi asked.
   "Yeah."
   "What if we did it during the day, and we didn't need to watch our
voices?" she continued.  I took my attention off of Jill, who looked like
she was having a seizure at this point, and started truly hearing what
Cammi was saying.  It did sound really appealing.
   "So when the house is empty?" I asked.
   "Yeah."
   "I don't get it.  Are you thinking of skipping school and doing it when
Mom and Dad are working?"
   "No I don't want to skip school.  I'm not that sex crazed," Cammi
rebutted.  "Yet," she added naughtily.
   "So what then?  Mom's always home before we're off school."
   "Not on Friday, she's gonna bring Cody to his friend's birthday party,
remember?"
   I felt blood flooding into my dick again.  That sounded great.  I had
spent so much time recently worrying about the thing with Jill I forgot
what horniness was.  Now I was ready to burst again.  Friday seemed
centuries away.
   "Oh that's great.  Friday right after school, yeah?"
   "Yeah.  Do you think you can last another two days?"
   I nodded to myself and started fantasizing again.  "Hell yeah," I
replied excitedly.
   I could sense Cammi's enthusiasm too as she replied, "Friday then," and
hung up.  I smiled wide and put my phone back in my pocket, aroused as all
hell again.
   "So Friday after school?" Jill parroted.  Oh right, you're here.  I felt
my smile fade as Jill stood up from the floor.  "It's a date," she said
with a lilt in her voice.  She patted my shoulder like she was petting a
toddler on the head and took off down the stairs just as the school bell
rang.
   "What?" I asked.  "What's a date?" No answer.  "What's a date?!" I
called out louder.  The only reply was the sound of students flooding into
the stairs getting to their next classes.
   At lunch I kept trying to make situations or find reasons to be alone
with Jill, but she kept dodging me and staying close to our other friends.
She knew I was trying to pry an answer from her and when no one was looking
she'd fire cheeky smiles at me.  I was boiling.  I had never seen Jill like
this.  I much preferred her as a lady than a rascal.
   I tried calling her cell repeatedly but she refused to answer.
   After school I texted her.  What's a date?
   At home I messaged her on Skype.  What's a date?
   Facebook message.  What's a date?
   Email.  What's a date?
   Smoke signal.  What's a date?
   In desperation I tried calling her house after dinner but was greeted by
her father instead.  "Flores house, who is-" I hung up.  Fuck that.
   Instead I resorted to trying to interfere with her trying to interfere
with me and Cammi.  I got Marco alone at recess the next day and started to
chat up a normal conversation before bringing down the hammer.
   "Hey did you hear about that new ice cream place on St.  Clair?" I asked
without a proper segue.
   "Yeah the one that just opened last week?  I heard it's pretty good,"
Marco replied.
   "Me too.  I haven't tried it but I really want to," I said nonchalantly.
"Yo you should take Jill there tomorrow.  After school."
   "Jill's busy tomorrow.  Nice idea though, maybe I'll take her Sunday."
Nonono, no!  It's gotta be tomorrow!  Please!
   "Busy on Friday?  With what?"
   Marco shrugged.  "I dunno.  Probably some family thing."
   I groaned internally.  What now?
   It turned out what now was I spent the rest of the day forgetting about
Jill entirely and focusing hard on keeping myself from jacking off for
Cammi the next day.  It had already been over a week since my last orgasm.
I thought I was about to lose my mind.  At one point I considered duct
taping my right hand to my desk.
   Friday came and suddenly Jill was back to normal.  No furtive glances at
me.  No mischievous looks when no one was looking.  Just responsible,
proper, mannered Jill again.  She still ignored all my calls though.
   My siblings and I got home from school and my heart was pounding out of
my chest.  Cody and my mom didn't leave the car since they were heading to
his friend's birthday party right away, so Cammi and I just got out with
our bags and said bye.  Our mom begged us not to destroy the house in the
time before Dad got home from work and we chuckled and agreed.  I'm gonna
ravage your daughter on every wall in every room if I can help it.  We got
inside the house and waved at our mom and Cody until the garage door
lowered enough to block our view.  Cammi and I then looked at each other
simultaneously and exchanged naughty and excited smiles.
   "So," I said coolly as I kicked off my shoes, "we've got almost 2 and a
half hours before dad gets home."
   Cammi smiled cheerully as she said, "Yes we do."
   "But let's play safe and say two."
   "Okay," Cammi said eagerly.  "Are you horny?"
   "Are you kidding?"
   Cammi giggled and said, "Good." She brushed my erection through my jeans
with her hand and I trembled at her soft touch.  She walked past me to the
doorway to the family room and front door and looked around.  "Where should
we do it?"
   "Anywhere," I said weakly.  At this point I was gasping for air. 
"Everywhere."
   "Yeah we will.  But where should we do it first?" Oh my fucking God this
girl.  When I'm done releasing my week's worth of cum all over her, I'll be
ready to die happy.  Cammi walked around the floor for a bit before
concluding, "We should do the living room."
   "I was just thinking the same thing." The living room faced our
backyard, and that particular wall was almost all glass, with a glass
sliding door and a few windows.  The sunlight was streaming through and
everything was bright and energetic.  We could open all the windows and do
everything we shouldn't do in early autumn sun and the cool afternoon
breeze.  The family room and dining room we never used were brightly lit
and interesting options too, but there were windows that faced the street,
so we'd be in clear view of anyone who drove or walked by.  I was excited
and turned on by the thought of doing bad things, but not enough to risk
jail time and a permanent sex offender record.
   I was just about ready to strip down to my birthday suit and push Cammi
over the couch when she said, "I'll be right back," and bolted upstairs
with her backpack.  I guessed she wanted to put her school stuff away.  I
started opening all the doors and windows in the living room when I
remembered Jill.  She had heard me plan this with Cammi, and she was
planning something herself.  I let my paranoia drive me, and I went out the
front door into the street.  I scanned left and right acutely, looking for
a sign of anything amiss.  Nope.  Not one parked car that shouldn't be
there.  No sign of Jill hiding behind a neighbour's fence.  Well duh.  What
were you expecting?  That Jill somehow made her way over here before you
did?  She probably doesn;t even remember where you live.  And how would she
get here?  She's not quite 16 yet so she doesn't have her G1, so she
couldn't even drive here illegally unless she went full criminal.  And with
what car?  You let her mess with your head too much.
   I went back inside and mentally scolded myself for being so paranoid. 
Still, I followed through.  I went into the backyard and looked around.  I
went to one side of the house and looked down the end of the corridor made
by the fence and our house.  Nothing.  I went to the other side and looked
doAAAAAHHHH!
   "AAAAAHHHH!" I yelled.  Jill raised her eyebrows and put a finger to her
lips.
   "Don't yell," she whispered.
   "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. 
More importantly, how the fuck did you GET here?  You don't have a car or a
license and it takes more than half an hour to get here by bus!  How do you
even remember how to get here?  And did you seriously climb my fence to get
back here?
   "Jordan?  Was that you?" Cammi called from inside the house.  Jill
smiled and slowly turned to face me with a smirk.  'What are you gonna do
now?'
   "Uh, yeah," I called back.
   "What were you shouting?"
   "Nothing," I answered.  I turned to Jill and whispered, "What are you
doing here?  Get outta here!"
   "Nuh-uh," she answered quietly.  "I said you'd pay me back in kind,
remember?"
   "I did fucking pay you back in kind!  You saw me naked!"
   "But you saw me in bed with Marco.  And that's why I'm here, to see you
in bed with Camille."
   "Are you fucking kidding me?!  Is this a joke?"
   "You think I came all the way here as a joke?"
   "I think this whole thing is a joke!  You called me sick for what I'm
doing with Cammi, now you ninja over here to watch us?"
   "I guess we're both sick then.  I'm still staying."
   "No you're not, leave," I said sternly.  Jill studied my face and saw
how deathly serious I was.
   "Wow you're really not game, are you?"
   "Why would I be fucking game for this?  Are you crazy?  I don't even
know who you fucking are anymore!"
   "Why?  Because I'm not punctuating everything I say with 'please' and
'thank you'?  Because I'm actually saying no for once?"
   "Well, yes." I heard Cammi's soft footsteps coming down the stairs.  I
was about to say something else when Jill interrupted me.
   "You know, I actually came here as a favour."
   "A favour," I repeated incredulously.  You must be shitting me.
   "Yes, a favour.  When you told me you saw me and Marco I was mad.  I was
pissed.  And embarrassed.  But then I figured my feelings out and realized
I was also excited.  Knowing that someone saw us was uncomfortable, and
when I was outside my comfort zone, I felt free.  Really alive.  Same deal
on Wednesday.  And now I'm here so you can feel the same thing."
   "You sure it's not because you're a pervert who wants to spy?" I heard
Cammi's footsteps moving around the floor.
   "Maybe just a little," Jill teased again, "but mostly what I said." I
looked at her skeptically.  Her smile vanished and she said, "If you really
want me to go I'll go.  I won't be mad I wasted my time here.  We're even
and we won't talk about any of this ever again.  Seriously.  But do you
really want me to?  After what I just said?"
   I looked at her uncertainly when I heard Cammi call for me.  "Jord
where'd you go?" I looked into the house and back at Jill.
   "Your sister's asking for you," she said matter-of-factly.  "So what'll
it be?"
   Half a minute later I walked back in through the sliding door as Cammi
was about to look for me upstairs.  "Why were you back there?" she asked.
"Why didn't you answer me?"
   "Sorry," I said.  "I chased a raccoon out of the yard."
   "Oh," Cammi said with a fake pout, "what if he wanted to watch?" Speak
of the devil.
   "You want an audience?" I teased.
   "Why not," she teased back.  Damn.  My little sister's had two sexual
encounters and already she's looking for more excitement.  Well today's
your lucky day, even if you don't know it.
   "You're too young to be saying that," I said.
   "I'm too young for this too." Cammi stepped towards me and grabbed my
junk through my jeans.  I groaned and grabbed her breast in return.  Cammi
gasped as she always did and we spent a few seconds fondling each other
through our clothes.  Even through her tank top and training bra I could
feel her nipple stiffen.  I felt somewhat nervous because I knew Jill was
watching us, but that just made me harder.  Cammi started breathing harder
with me, and we looked at each other.  It was time and we knew it.
   I had never thought about it, but before this moment we had always done
it in our pyjamas.  Now, the thought of stripping out of our school clothes
made the experience all the fresher.  I lifted her thin green tank top off
and slipped off my socks at the same time.  She undid her training bra and
let it fall.  I stared at her precious rack for the umpteenth time.  I
could never get tired of these budding tits.  She replied by slipping her
tiny hands under my shirt and helping me lift it off from underneath.  She
caressed my chest as she did so and excited me in a way I never knew
before. She undid her jeggings as I unzipped my jeans, and we dropped them
at the same time, admiring each other as we did so.  I dropped my boxers to
reveal my swollen cock as Cammi discarded her panties to show her pretty,
bare pussy.
   And we stood there, eyes only for each other, in our sunlit living room,
nude as nature.  We admired each other, naked and exposed, like Adam and
Eve.  If Eve was an underage uhhahhh Cammi tenderly took my cock in her
hand and started stroking me again.  Between being horny for days on end
and not having cum in over a week, I was already about to jizz.
   "Did you get a condom up there?" I asked Cammi as she slowly stroked my
dick.
   "No, I don't know where you keep them," she answered.  "We don't need
one anyway."
   "We don't need one?  Then...how are we going to fuck?"
   "Oh," Cammi said sheepishly.  "I was thinking we could just take turns
making each other cum.  Without sex.  The condoms are too big anyway."
   Not quite as arousing as fucking all over the house but that's okay too.
"Guys can't cum more than once though," I said.
   "You did last week."
   "Yeah after an hour.  And the second one was really weak."
   "Well, I want both of us to cum a lot," my vixen of a little sister
said, "so let's see what happens.  Just tell me when you're about to cum."
   "Yeah, about that," I groaned as Cammi's soft hand glided up and down my
shaft, "Holding out for a week was a bad idea.  I can't last long."
   "But you have to," Cammi whined.
   "Okay," I grunted, "let's move to the couch."
   I let Cammi lead me by the dick over to the couch, and had her sit down
on it, still stroking me, while I stood in front of her.  I saw Jill peek
in through one of the windows.  She looked like she was enjoying herself.
   "How good does this feel?" Cammi asked, knowing full well what the
answer was.
   "Fucking amazing," I sighed.  I closed my eyes.  Fuck lasting two hours,
I'm ready to cum all over this underage minx right here, right now.  I
saved up for a week for this.  "Cammi I'm...about to..."
   "Are you gonna cum?" she asked.
   "Yeah," I grunted.  I was about to reach the vinegar strokes when she
released her grip on my dick.  "Wha- Why'd you stop?"
   "You can't cum now," Cammi said flatly.
   "Why not?" I pleaded.  "I'm telling you, there's no way I'll last two
hours."
   "You don't have to, just last a little longer," Cammi replied.  "It
feels better when you get close to cumming and don't, too.  It's called
edging." What the hell?  I figured that out on my own and did that when I
jacked off, but I never knew what it was called.
   "Where did you learn that?"
   "The internet."
   "Wow.  You've been doing research, have you?  You horny little slut."
   "I'm not a slut." Cammi said bluntly.
   "Oh uh, that was just some dirty talk.  I didn't mean it.  Sorry."
   "It's okay," Cammi said as she lifted her legs and spread them wide. 
"Now it's my turn though."
   I eagerly looked down at Cammi's tight pussy and obliged.  I got on my
knees in front of her and buried my face in her snatch.  She was already so
wet.  I swirled my tongue in, out, and all around her bare pussy.  I
wiggled my nose into her clit and she inhaled sharply and closed her eyes.
I felt some friction and realized she had a few stray pubes.  There's no
way these grew that quickly, I guess I just didn't notice them last week. I
kept at it for another minute before I brought a hand to her weak spot: her
breasts.  I started slowly massaging one and she cried out and for once
didn't put her hands over mine and try to stop me.  instead she stopped
holding her legs up and let them hook over my shoulders.  She started
moaning more and more loudly, and it was incredibly hot hearing her unmuted
sounds of pleasure when she wasn't trying to stop herself from waking our
parents.  Doing this in the daylight in an empty house was the best idea
ever.  With Cammi's eyes closed I sneaked a look at Jill, who was peeking
through a window.  She had a pretty bad view but she knew what was
happening.  I buried my face back into my little sister's pussy and tongued
her mercilessly until I felt her start to stiffen.
   I raised my face from her cunt to ask, "Are you about to cum?"
   "Yes," she sighed breathily.
   "Do you want me to stop?  Edge?"
   "Fuck the edge!" she exclaimed, and pushed my face back down into her
snatch.  I happily obliged and ate her out like a starving man until I
tasted her orgasm again.  Unlike before where she arched her back deeply,
Cammi kept lifting her hips off and on the couch again, pressing her pussy
deeper into my face.  It was like she was trying to forcefully fuck herself
onto my face.  I shot my tongue in and out of her pussy without pause as
she violently bucked repeatedly.  At the peak of her orgasm she let out a
high pitched scream that to me sounded like a song of seduction.  I hadn't
touched my dick in minutes but hearing her cute voice and feeling her
vibrate almost had me shooting right then and there.  She finally relaxed
and I lifted my face off her crotch to see her in per post-orgasm ecstasy
again.  All red and blushing.  It was too much.  I stood up straight
quickly.  I have to cum now.  In her, on her, I don't care.  I have to have
this little girl right fucking now.
   "Cammi I'm not going to last another second," I sighed.  Cammi opened
her eyes lazily and looked at me ogling at her with desperate, ravenous
eyes.  She lay lengthwise on the couch and motioned me forward.
   "Come here then," she breathed.
   "You want me to fuck you?" I asked hopefully.
   "No," she said.  "Come up here." She closed her legs and patted the
couch on either side of her, motioning for me to kneel over her on the
couch with her legs in between mine.  I did as she instructed and knelt
over her a bit below her hips, so I could see her bare pussy right below my
balls and the rest of her blushing, tempting body further up.  She slowly
raised her arm like she was wearing lead weights and gingerly gripped my
shaft again.  She started pumping me, but slower and even more sensually as
before.
   "Do you like me pulling on your cock?" she asked slowly.
   "Oh fuck yes," I whispered.  I was putty in her hand.
   "Really?  You like your little sister jacking you off?"
   "Yes."
   "But isn't this wrong?" she asked seductively.
   "It sure is."
   Cammi exhaled softly.  "You're bad." Where did she learn to talk like
this?  To act like this?  "But bad is so good," she said smoothly.  She
said it like a pornstar, except not fake and forced.  From her it sounded
natural.  It sounded real.  It sounded like it was coming from a girl that
truly wanted me to blast her with my cum.
   "You're the bad one," I said.
   "I'm bad?" she taunted.
   "Very bad."
   "You called me a slut earlier."
   "Yeah."
   "You know what?" Cammi started stroking me faster.  Then she raised a
knee and gently nuzzled my balls with it.  The feeling sent me into outer
space.  "I am a slut." Holy fucking shit.
   I looked down at my cute, petite little sister as she started stroking
me even faster.  She was doing it so fast now her tits were bouncing with
her stroking.
   With a voice like velvet she said, "I'm a dirty..." Oh fuck.
   "...skinny..." Oh God.
   "...underage..." Oh Christ!  Oh Cammi!
   "...little slut." I closed my eyes tight and braced myself for the
orgasm to end all orgasms.  I had died and went to heaven.  And then died
again and went to the next heaven.  And an angel of sex in the form of a 13
year old horny girl was jacking me off the whole way.  I was keeping my
eyes shut tightly when I heard Cammi call for me again.
   "Jordan." I opened my eyes and saw nothing but Cammi's face.  Her
underdeveloped features.  Her tender lips.  Her vague smile.  Her
shimmering eyes still half-closed in the afterglow of her own orgasm.
   "Cum for me," she whispered.
   I exploded.  I let out a loud, animal grunt as I shot thick ropes of cum
all over my little sister's body.  They were so many, and so strong.  A
couple even hit her in the face, and she just took them, not breaking her
smile or her rhythmic pumping of my shaft.  My cum splashed across her
shoulders, and her small tits, and her waist.  The last weak streams
bubbled out of my cock and formed a small puddle on her belly button, and
she still kept stroking.  And stroking.  And stroking.  It was like it
wasn't enough.  Like she just couldn't stop until she pulled my dick off.
Her ceaseless stroking took the last of my energy until I couldn't even
kneel upright anymore.  I fell forward and stopped myself from falling onto
Cammi by planting my forearms on the armrest of the couch.  And still, with
me completely over top of her, she kept stroking my dick in my shadow.
   "Cammi," I groaned, "you gotta stop.  There's no more."
   "There has to be more," Cammi insisted.  "I need more.  Come on, give it
to me," she ordered with a floaty voice.
   I groaned loudly.  It was too much.  I rolled sideways off the couch and
fell onto the carpeted floor with a thud.  I banged my elbow good but
didn't feel a thing.  I heard Cammi laugh.
   "That was the best thing ever," she giggled.
   I weakly rolled to my side and crawled my way over to the loveseat on
the other end of the couch.  I pulled myself up slowly and with great
effort and let myself sink into the cushion once I got myself in the seat.
I looked over at the sight of my little sister smothered in my cum, still
grinning, still giggling.  She closed her eyes as she started playing with
some of the cum on her breasts and spreading it around like a body cream.
   "What happened to 'it's so fucking gross?'" I asked.
   "Whatever," Cammi sighed as she continued to caress her cum-drenched
body.  She had changed so much since last week.  She was so much more into
it.  More confident.  More ravenous.
   "Where'd you learn to talk dirty?" I asked.  "Internet too?"
   Cammi lifted her head, opened her eyes, and looked at me earnestly as
she said, "No, that was just me." She eyed me for a bit and her content
smile reappeared.  "Did you like it?"
   "What do you think?" I said with a smirk.
   Cammi dropped her head back down and closed her eyes again.  She gently
fondled her breast and spread more of my cum around.  "I think you liked
it."
   I chuckled, "So much for 2 hours huh?  We barely lasted 10 minutes."
   Eyes still closed, Cammi raised her eyebrows.  "I'm not done yet.  I
just need a moment."
   "Seriously?"
   Now it was Cammi's turn to smirk at me.  "What do you think?"
   I smiled and said, "I think you want more." I sighed contentedly.  "I'm
gonna need a bit more than a moment though."
   Cammi stretched herself out on the couch and made another cute whimper.
"We have almost 2 hours, so-" She suddenly quickly rolled off the couch and
pressed herself against it and the floor, like she was hiding.  I sat up
straight and alert.
   "What happened?  What's wrong?" I asked.
   Cammi peeked her head above the couch cushion, looking at the windows
facing the backyard.  "I think I saw something," she whispered.  Oh shit.
Jill.
   "What did you see?"
   "I don't know, a person?" Cammi asked uncertainly.  This could end
badly. Really, really badly.
   I decided to take matters in my own hands and force the issue before
disaster could strike.  "You probably didn't see anything," I said extra
loud for Jill to hear.  "I'll check it out." I stood up and ambled over to
the bug screen door and opened it.  As I stepped out onto the patio Cammi
whispered urgently at me.
   "Jord no don't!"
   "It's fine," I said in a fake confident voice.  I walked towards the
side of the house where I last saw Jill and turned the corner to see her
crouched against the house under the kitchen window.  She looked up at me
with wide eyes and I called out to Cammi, "There's nothing here.  Told
you!" I motioned to Jill that she needed to get the hell out and mouthed
"Go!" to her.
   "Did she see me?" Jill whispered.
   "She thinks she did, I'm trying to convince her she didn't.  You gotta
get outta here, now!" I whispered back.
   "What are you doing out there?" Cammi called out to me.
   "I can't!" Jill urged.  Then she started giving my naked body a once
over.
   "Stop studying me," I reprimanded.  "And what do you mean you can't?"
   "I scaled the fence to get in.  If I do it now she'll hear me."
   "Okay I'll- I'll get her somewhere on the other side of the house so she
can't hear you, okay?  Just wait 30 seconds after I get inside and then get
out.  You got your show."
   I started walking back to the sliding door when Jill stood up and asked
me, "So how was it?"
   "How was what?"
   "Being watched."
   "...Honestly, I forgot you were there."
   "How did you forget?  You looked at me," Jill asked incredulously.
   "Yeah, well, then I had other things on my mind.  I think this-"
   "Jord are you trying to talk to..." Cammi called out from the kitchen.
She trailed off as she saw Jill through the kitchen window.
   Jill locked eyes with Cammi and recoiled.  I heard Cammi scream and
scamper in the kitchen, and I ran to the screen door and into the living
room to see Cammi crouching behind the loveseat.
   "Oh my God who was that?!" she cried hysterically.  "Did they see us?!
Who's there?!"
   "No it's...she's- here let me explain," I stuttered.  Oh yeah?  You're
gonna explain this?
   "Why the fuck is someone back there?!" Cammi exclaimed.  "Who was it?!"
   "It's just me," Jill said soothingly.  She stepped into the living room
slowly and cautiously with her hand slightly raised, like she was
approaching a skittish animal, which Cammi basically was at the moment. 
For half a moment I was relieved that Jill had come in.  She'll explain and
get Cammi to calm down.  Wait no.  No!  Oh God Jill no!  What the fuck are
you doing?!
   Cammi squealed and sat on her ass behind the loveseat, covering her lady
bits and curling up, trying to shrink as small as she could.  She peered
out at Jill over the armrest with panicked eyes.
   "It's just me," Jill repeated disarmingly.  She kept her eyes locked on
Cammi and let her hands fall to her sides.  "Uh, hi Camille," she said
tentatively.
   "H-hi Jill," Cammi replied just as awkwardly.
   You could cut the tension with a knife.  The three of us remained silent
and motionless there for what felt like hours, not knowing what to do or
say.  I felt the panic coming on strong again.  For the hundredth time that
week I thought my life as over.
   What the hell do I do know?
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Kinky Vanilla Chapter 5