Chapter 4
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My worst nightmares had come to life. As I looked into the bedroom and I saw my boyfriend and my twin sister doing the unthinkable. They were making the beast with two backs as Shakespeare liked to put it.
I just watched them for a moment, completely shocked. Mason was going to town, thrusting away at my sister, making her moan in pleasure as he leaned down and kissed her neck. I watched as her nails dug into his back. I watched as he made love to her in exactly the same way as he had made love to me countless times before. It made everything we had ever done seem totally and utterly meaningless.
Had all those sweat filled nights of passion meant nothing to him? How could he just fuck Avery like that? He didn’t even love her! I continued to watch, unable to look away, frozen in place, as if under some horrible spell. I could feel my heart breaking with every thrust he took like every thrust was a hammer being pounded into my chest, breaking my heart into a million little pieces.
They were completely oblivious to me standing there at the doorway. Mason had Avery pinned to the bed, biting her neck roughly. I could hear her moan as he did. Her moans seemed loud and exaggerated as she wrapped her legs around him and begged him for more, “Mmm Mason! Fuck me! Hard! Harder!” She begged him, as her nails ran down his back.
I watched and cringed as he responded, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you so hard baby! You won’t be able to walk straight for a week!” He hiccupped in his drunken state as he continued to pound into her. I watched in shock as he moved in and out of her making her moan in pleasure. I could hear their hips slamming into each other, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I could have sworn his balls were slapping into her that was how hard he was pounding her. The bed was shaking in its frame as Avery pulled him closer and closer to her.
As she was getting close he leaned down and took her breast into his mouth, sucking her slowly, just like he had done to me on our first night. I could tell his tongue was teasing her nipple, making her moan, just like he had made me moan countless times before with the same move. I knew, deep down, he was sucking and teasing, occasionally leaving a light bite mark on her delicate skin, making her his. I had experienced it all before; I couldn’t believe he could do it with someone else so easily.
As their bodies shook I knew they were getting closer. I watched as my sister attacked my boyfriend’s neck, biting him hard. He moaned softly as a hickey was made on his neck. She continued to kiss him until they rolled around and she was on top.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as she got on top and started to ride Mason. I had never done anything like it before but Mason really seemed to like it. His eyes were stuck on her breasts that were bouncing up and down as she bounced on his throbbing dick. They were both moaning loudly and the noise was almost deafening.
“Mmm I’m going to cum baby.” Avery whispered in his ear.
“Mmm cum for me.” Mason responded back, pulling her down to him, kissing her passionately. I could see him bucking his hips toward her, thrusting into her even though she was riding him. He was slamming into her hard and fast. He couldn’t take it any longer and rolled them back over, picking her up and putting her in a doggy position.
She instantly wiggled her ass at him and I bit my lip watching. Mason just smirked before plunging balls deep into her soaking pussy. I could hear from the sloshing sound that occurred after his thrust that she was soaking wet. I couldn’t look away as he slammed into her, making her body rock like a rag doll. Her tits were bouncing crazily and she was nearly screaming in pleasure at this point. Mason’s kept going and going, harder and harder.
It was only when I heard the undeniable sound of his orgasm that I was finally able to break free from my spell. I looked at them, disgusted. How could they do this to me? I couldn’t even yell at them, I couldn’t. I just slammed the door shut. I could already feel the tears running down my cheeks as I ran down the stairs. All I wanted to do was go home.
Never in my life would I have thought that something like this would happen. My life had been perfect. I had the perfect boyfriend. Why would he do this to me? I didn’t get it. Was it the alcohol? I didn’t know, but my heart was broken alcohol or not. I was crushed and broken. I didn’t know what to do. I was rushing to the front door as quick as I could, clutching Mason’s car keys in my hands. I would drive home. I had no idea where I was, but somehow I would drive home.
I was crying hard when I suddenly bumped into someone. I looked up to see Keith. He had his arms around me, keeping me upright. If it wasn’t for his arms I would have fallen down. He could see the tears in my eyes and frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“N… nothing…” My voice cracked as I tried to choke back my sobs. Keith didn’t believe me. He knew, probably from my bad acting, that something was wrong.
“C’mon Addison, what happened? Did someone do something to you? Did someone hurt you?” I looked at him, my eyes begging for him to drop the topic. He could tell something was wrong when I started to shake. He sighed, before picking me up bridal style. I wanted to protest, to tell him to put me down, but at the same time I no longer had fight left inside of me.
He carried me outside to his car. He sat me down in the passenger seat, before walking over to the driver’s seat. He turned and looked at me.
“C’mon Addison, tell me what’s wrong.” It was then that everything really hit me. It felt like a train had slammed into my face, tearing me in half. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, but there was a part of me that knew that this was just a horrible reality. I couldn’t believe it. How could they do this to me? I had been nothing but good to them. I felt so betrayed.
Keith, seeing me a sobbing mess just leaned over and held me for a long time. He gave me as long as I needed to compose myself. I was grateful for his friendship at that moment. I was glad that at least one person at the party wasn’t drinking. I cried into his chest for a long time, losing track of time. Finally, I managed the courage to choke out the words that needed to be said.
“Mason… Avery… they… they… had sex in one of the bedrooms.”