Ashley
My alarm goes off on my phone and I jolt up out of bed. Oh no, I'm going to miss my class, I have to get up, I have to get ready, what time is it, what...
Oh, wait. A sleepy looking Ethan grumbles and rolls away from me. He looks really cute when he's tired. I sink back down into bed and wrap my arms around him, then kiss his face. My nose nuzzles against his and he bats me away softly, pushing me with his hands.
"What the fuck?" he says. "What time is it?"
"Um..." I check my phone, even though I don't have to. I know what time I set my alarm for. "Six," I say.
"Who the fuck wakes up at six in the morning?" he asks.
"Did you forget the plan?" I ask him.
"Nah," he says. "I just want to go back to bed."
"What if I want you to wake up?" I ask. "What if I want to give you a morning blowjob?"
"You know what, Princess? I think you should always follow your heart's desires. That shit will never steer you wrong."
I laugh and hug him and kiss him. He grumbles, but squeezes me tight in his arms, too.
"Man, I got a raw deal here," he says. "Now I'm awake, but there's no morning blowjob. What's up with that?"
"Maybe we can cuddle first?" I ask.
"Yeah, maybe," he says, grinning. "Come here."
I don't have anywhere to go; I'm already as close as possible. He squeezes me tighter in his arms, then lets me loose.
"Maybe we should wake up now and go make breakfast?" I ask. "Then we can go hang out for the day? At the beach, or we could go to a park. Ooh, we could go to an amusement park and ride the rollercoasters, or we could go hiking, or..."
"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down," Ethan says. "I'm not awake enough for this conversation. You want to hang out today?"
"Do you?" I ask. Maybe I'm getting too far ahead of myself.
"Yeah, that sounds cool," he says. "Alright, I'll get up."
He stumbles up and practically falls off the bed, but catches himself and stands. Groggy and disoriented, Ethan heads towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I'm going to take a shower, Princess. Just give me a bit."
"I can join you?" I offer.
"Listen, if you come in that shower with me, we're never going to get out of the house. You do what you want, though. Don't say I didn't warn you."
I giggle, and he turns to look at me, smirking.
"Yeah, exactly," he says. "Your choice. Give me ten minutes to myself so we can hang out today, or come in and make me do something we might regret."
I don't think I'd regret it. I do want to hang out with him, though. I like having sex with Ethan, but... I want to do more, too. We have been doing more, but it's easier when you're alone, isn't it? With our parents here, that kind of hinders our at-home options. Going out will be nice, though. Hiking could be fun. In the middle of the woods, just us, all alone. Hm...
I decide to leave him alone for a little while, but I also decide to not leave him alone. I snatch up my phone and lay back in bed, then tap and swipe to bring up the menu for texting. I start writing one to Ethan, one that he'll get as soon as he checks his phone. I wonder when he'll see it? It's fun to guess.
This is what I text him:
Ethan, I can't wait to give you a blowjob later. Maybe I'll come into the shower right now and give you one. How naughty would that be? Giving my brother a blowjob in the shower while our parents are sleeping right downstairs? Would you like that? Text me back when you get this and tell me what you want to do to me, too.
I send that message to him. And then, for good measure, I pull down the covers and take a picture of myself. Naked, of course, from the head down, while I'm laying there, so that Ethan can see what I see, the top of my body, my breasts, slowly heading towards my sex, my legs, and then the tops of my toes. I send that to him, too.
Maybe that last one is a bad idea. I've never sent anyone a picture like that before. To be fair, I haven't done a lot of things before, but I've been breaking new ground with Ethan for days, so why not?
Less than a minute later, I get a text back. Oh, wow. Did he bring his phone with him into the bathroom? That doesn't seem safe. I can hear him in the shower...
I tap to read the text, and then my heart stops. How did that happen? I must have misclicked. I didn't text Ethan. This is definitely not Ethan.
It's Jake. My ex-boyfriend.
I knew you were desperate for affection when I started dating you, Ashley, but I didn't think you'd go so far as to sleep with your brother. Nice pic, though. You always did have a hot body.
Oh my God oh my God oh my God. I text him back, fast.
That was just a joke, Jake. I wanted to annoy you because you were such a jerk to me. I'm done with you. I never want to talk to you again. Leave me alone.
He writes back almost immediately.
Yeah? How about I forward these messages to your parents. I wonder what they'd think. Should I send them the nude pic, too?
I furiously tap on the screen to text him back, but then I give up. This won't work. I tap to call him instead. He picks up after one ring.
"You wouldn't dare," I say. No hello, just straight to the point.
"Hey," he says. "I would dare. Apparently you don't know me very well."
"Of course I don't," I say. "I thought you were nice, and then you had sex with me and broke up with me right before we went on summer break? Who does that?"
"You kept holding out on me," he says. "That's the only reason I stayed with you so long, but it was getting old, Ashley. Now I guess I know why. You're giving it up to you brother."
"He's my stepbrother," I say, as if this makes it any better. "It's not illegal or anything. What do you care?"
"I'm recording this conversation, too. Thanks for admitting that you had sex with your brother. Makes it easier for me."
I clench my jaw and glare into the phone. "Seriously, what do you want? Just leave me alone."
"I wanted you to stop being such a prude when I was with you, but that barely ever happened. We had sex like... what, twice? In two months? That's not normal, Ashley."
"You never wanted to cuddle with me," I tell him. "You never wanted to do anything with me. You always just tried to get in my pants, even when I told you to stop. And when we had sex, you just left right after."
"I didn't want to date you in the first place. It was a bet. That I won, of course. You were alright in bed, so I thought I'd keep trying and get my money's worth, but that never worked."
"I'm hanging up now," I say. "Seriously, I never want to talk to you again. Don't try to talk to--"
"Don't you fucking dare hang up, you bitch," he says, startling me. Is this really Jake? I feel like I always kind of knew he wasn't nice. Maybe this is why I was reluctant to do anything with him. He never treated me like... like a person? Like a girlfriend? It's obvious looking back on it, but at the time I just kind of wanted someone to...
I wanted someone to love me. I wanted to love someone, too. I don't know how I could be so naive.
"Here's how this is going to go," he says. "I was just going to give up on you, but you've given me a golden opportunity now. I know your family's rich, so don't try to get out of this, either. I want you to fly to me tomorrow morning. I don't care what you have to tell your mom and dad or brother. Tell them you're going to visit a friend. You're going to stay with me for the rest of the weekend, then you can go back home."
I scrunch up my nose and make a face into the phone, for all the good it does me. "Why would I do that? I'm not doing that."
"You're going to do it or else I'm telling your parents everything," he says. "I'm telling everyone at school, too. I'll send them the text messages, the picture, and these phone recordings. What do you think people will think of you after they find out you're fucking your brother, Ashley?"
"I..." How could this have happened? I didn't ever mean for this to happen.
It's wrong. Not just this, but everything. I knew it was wrong, but I thought I could get away with it. Why, though? I'm not like this. I'm good. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl who does everything right, prim and proper. I don't cause trouble, I don't get into trouble, I don't...
I'm in trouble now, though. The first time I ever stray from my Little Miss Perfect image, and this happens? I never wanted to be Little Miss Perfect to begin with. No one ever says it in a nice way. Except for Ethan. It's cute and playful when he says it. He's the only one who... who what?
I'm so confused. I don't understand.
"Just come here tomorrow, be my sex toy for a couple of days, and you can go back home," Jake says, almost sweetly. "Everything will be fine. For now, at least. I might change my mind in a couple weeks. I might need more incentive not to tell your little secret, Ashley. I'll let you know, though. You can make me forget all about it by coming for a visit for a few days ago. When we're back in college, it'll be even easier. It'll be our little secret, as long as you do what I say."
"Jake," I whisper. "You can't tell anyone."
"I won't, as long as you come here tomorrow. I'm not playing around here, Ashley. I mean it. I can't wait to fuck you as much as I want for the next few days. I've wanted to do it for a long time, but you're too stuck up and prude. Never would have thought you had a secret like this, though."
I open my mouth to start to say something, but he says more first.
"Hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to make you wash out your pussy a few times before we start. It's honestly more than a little gross that you've been having sex with your brother. That's just disgusting. What's next? A pack of dogs? You sick bitch."
I tremble and shake. I can't believe he's saying this. But I sort of agree, too. I don't know how to disagree with him. It is. It's wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I got swept away, and I never thought anyone would find out, and...
And now I've ruined all of it. I ruined everything. I should have stopped yesterday. I could have. Ethan gave me the chance. This is my fault. It's all my fault.
I hear the water turn off in the bathroom. He's out of the shower now, probably drying off at this very moment.
"Tomorrow," Jake says. "I'll text you the information, and I'll even meet you at the airport. Be here by the afternoon, or else. Don't do anything you'll regret, Ashley. Anything more than what you've already done, at least. You dirty whore."
He hangs up. The phone clicks off, ending the call. I hold it to my ear, listless, confused, and hurt.
How could this happen? What did I do? Why did I do that?