Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 72

Brie’s stomach dropped at the thought. She was still trapped with this man and was now forced to negotiate her way out. She stammered, “You could kiss me again.”

“That sounds very nice, Miss Nova,” Mr. Ivarson said, and then added, “and what else can you give me?”

Red-faced, Brie held back a tear. She searched for an idea, then finally said, “You can touch one of my breasts.”

Mr. Ivarson grinned and said, “That’s the spirit. Just remember, if I get in trouble because of you, you’ll get into more trouble, too. The school doesn’t like it when girls fool around with boys, and imagine how they will respond when they find out you’re super-orgasmic. But don’t worry, I will keep your secret.” Then he leaned over and kissed her again. With one hand, he held the back of her head, pressing her mouth against his. With his other, he reached down and pawed at the barely perceptible mound on her chest, circling his fingers around her tiny nipple. It hardened against her will.

Brie was trapped, but Mr. Ivarson kept to the terms of their agreement. He fondled only one breast, though his kiss was drawn out. She felt him snake his tongue out against her lips and she reluctantly parted them, for fear of making him angry. Her legs wobbled under her as she stood, mouth agape, letting her teacher’s tongue wander inside. Finally, she could take no more and she pushed herself away.

Mr. Ivarson chuckled and said, “Had enough for today? Okay. You’re a very good kisser, Brie. You should know that.”

Brie didn’t care. “Can I go now?”

“Very well,” the man conceded, “here is your pass.”

As Brie quickly exited the cubicle, he called after her, “Let’s discuss future extra credit possibilities after class on Wednesday.”

Brie ran, humiliated, down the hallway. She couldn’t believe her teacher would take advantage of her. She didn’t understand why a man his age—older than her father, even—would be interested in someone so young, especially one of his students. She knew it was wrong, but she had felt ambushed and powerless under his authority.

All thoughts of Mr. Ivarson, however, slipped away when she got to her next class late. When she entered the room, every head turned to watch her and she was once again filled with a renewed sense of dread. She took a deep breath and sighed, crossing the front of the class to hand her next teacher, Mrs. Trisk, her late pass.

She sat down in one of the remaining seats in the middle of the room and Mrs. Trisk cleared her throat before continuing her lesson for the day. Brie counted down the minutes until her lunch period.

———

At 11:30, Brie’s lunchtime rolled around. She made her way to the lunchroom as inconspicuously as possible. She wasn’t feeling hungry at all, so she skipped the food line and took her usual seat at the lunch table.

Head down, she tried to concentrate on completing her homework while she waited for Elsie to show. Just when she was hitting her stride completing math equations, a plastic tray clattered onto the table, giving her a scare. “Elsie, jesus christ!”

Elsie sat down next to Brie and ringed her arm around the girl in a side hug. “How’s it going today?”

“Horrible,” Brie answered.

“What? Why?” Elsie asked, surprised.

“Elsie, sometimes you can be really thick, you know,” Brie glowered “Why do you think?”

“Oh, right,” Elsie simmered down, smiling dumbly.

Brie sighed, “Mr. Ivarson made me kiss him again.”

“What?!” Elsie asked, suddenly cranking up her volume once more. Some heads turned in their direction.

“Shh, Els, shut up,” Brie whispered, “The last thing I need is one more rumor about me for the school to spread.”

Elsie leaned in and brought her voice low, “That’s so illegal. You should report him.”

“I can’t,” Brie despaired. “He gave us a quiz on Friday and I missed it, and he’s going to bring my grade down unless I do… extra credit for him.”

“Damn. You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t. Next time, you should record his behavior on your phone so you have evidence against him.”

“If only they didn’t ban mobile phones in school,” Brie lamented. “This sucks.”

Elsie changed the subject in an attempt to cheer up her friend. “Let’s talk about something else and get your mind off of it.”

“You’re right,” Brie agreed.

“People have been asking me about modeling all day. They want to know how we did it and how to break in. I didn’t tell them we basically lied our way in,” Elsie snickered.

“By the way,” she continued, “A guy gave me his card last night, after I got off stage, and before Ivy brought you back to get me.” She passed it over to Brie.

Brie looked at the card. It was a small, crisp business card that read:

SNICKER-DOODLEZ

Young and Teen Modeling

Boys and Girls

Elsie beamed. “He said I was good! He promised me a modeling contract if I called him. He said they do work with huge brands.”

“Wow,” said Brie, in wonderment. “I’m not surprised. You killed it on stage yesterday. So, are you going to call him?”

“I think so, but I have to figure out how I can do it without mom and dad finding out. They would totally spoil our fun if they found out. He even said he might be able to use you, too.”

“Really? I thought I did horribly. I mean, I fainted on stage. I… did other things, too.”

Elsie shrugged, “I dunno. He must have missed that part, since he was talking with me back stage when it happened. Maybe you got lucky and he doesn’t know!”

“Yeah, lucky…” Brie stared off into space, before snapping her attention back to her friend. “You do know what I did, right?” Brie ventured hesitantly.

“Oh, I do,” Elsie grinned, “Ivy grilled me about it in the car. I can’t believe I missed it! What we did yesterday in the green room, it was so hot. Even after two cums I went home wanting more. And you were so good about not cumming, it must have been epic when you finally did.”

“I guess it did feel good,” Brie admitted, “but when it’s so intense that I pass out, I have a hard time remembering. It’s almost not worth it.”

Then Elsie leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Speaking of worth it, you wanna know what I did last night?”

“Sure,” Brie answered.

“Mallory and I played Truth or Dare.”

“Really? Just you and your sister? Why?”

“I don’t really know,” Elsie blushed. “I guess I was still turned on from…” She leaned in so close she had practically prostrated herself across the lunch table and whispered, “when you ate my pussy yesterday.”

Brie grimaced. She barely recalled her actions when she was in her cum-dumb, super-orgasmic haze. Elsie’s mention of her eating Oliver’s cum out of her vagina did bring a glimmer of a memory back, though.

Elsie sat back. “And, well, you know Mallory and I have been close in the past. When your mom dropped me off last night, your little incident was all my sister could talk about.”

“Oh great,” said Brie wryly. She swallowed a lump in her throat, partially because, once again, her lewd behavior was Elsie’s central conversation with her sibling, but also because she was curiously interested in the Brannigan sisters’ risqué game.

Elsie continued. “Recounting to Mallory what you had done made me very turned on all over again; and she’s so low-key horny all the time, I just knew I could convince her to have a bit of fun with some dares.” The young girl’s eyes flitted back and forth. “I mean even so, I still figured we would just end up jilling off together like we have in the past, not go as far as—”

Brie interrupted, “You’re going to talk about this here? Now?”

Elsie grinned. “C’mon, no one’s paying attention to us. Look.”

Brie glanced around the lunchroom nervously. “For the first time today,” she admitted.

“Okay, so do you want to hear about it, or is it going to, you know, set off your ‘super-power’?”

Brie searched her feelings and was surprised to discover that Elsie’s lead-up had not flipped on her super-orgasmic switch. While she couldn’t help feeling a little turned on by the prospect of listening to her friend’s Truth or Dare story, she did sense a distinct stability in her mind and body. She hesitantly began to trust that maybe her dad’s cum last night was an effective antidote, after all, just like her mom said she would be. Maybe it was safe to talk about sexy things and her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her. “So,” she probed, “what happened?”

Elsie launched into her sordid tale. “Okay, so it was pretty late and we were up in our beds, supposed to be going to sleep. We had all the lights turned off, but we keep flashlights on our bed stands in case we need to get up for a potty break in the middle of the night. Anyway, we started playing the game and I went first. Mal picked truth, of course, so I asked her if she had ever had sex.

“She giggled, ‘no,’ and that was that.

“Next, I picked truth, even though I was so horny, I really wanted to pick dare. But I wanted to follow her lead. So, she asked me if I had ever had sex.

“I told her I had and she flipped out!” Elsie laughed. “She flicked on her flashlight and pointed it right at my face and she started asking me a million questions about it, like she was an old-timey detective. Questions like when, and who with, and how many times, but I just rolled my eyes and informed her that she could only ask one truth per round.”

“She’s probably jealous,” Brie chuckled. “Her baby sister isn’t a virgin, but she still is.” Brie recalled that Elsie had mentioned that she had not been a virgin during their encounter with the two brothers the day before and the thought re-emerged about who else it was that Elsie had screwed.

“Oh, she’s definitely jealous,” sneered Elsie. “She’s been wanting a boyfriend for a long time, but she’s too ugly.” Elsie laughed aloud but then her expression suddenly softened with empathy. “Sorry, I know you’re still a virgin, too. But—”

“No I’m not,” Brie blurted out, then instantly regretted it.

Elsie’s mouth gaped. “You’re not— since when?”

Brie blushed. “Nevermind. I was just kidding.”

Elsie’s eyes bored into Brie, “No, that wasn’t a joke. You’re a bad liar. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Brie snapped back coolly.

“What? You fuckin’ watched me,” Elsie snorted.

“No I didn’t,” Brie hissed, then whispered, “Oliver wasn’t your first. You told him you weren’t a virgin.”

Now it was Elsie’s turn to blush. She didn’t dare tell Brie that it was her father who was her first. “That— that was just a joke.”

“Now who’s lying?” Brie leered. “You made such a big deal about how ‘virginity is just a social construct’.”

Elsie smirked, her eyes flitting back and forth.

“Tell me who it was,” Brie demanded, crossing her arms.

Elsie’s expression switched quickly to worry. “I can’t,” she said quietly, uncharacteristically timid.

“Why not?”

“Because…” Elsie trailed off.

Brie suddenly felt cold. A wash of sweat broke out across her body. In the pit of her stomach, she suddenly knew. “My dad.”

Elsie cowered and squeaked, “Don’t hate me.”

“Whoa,” Brie was stunned. They both sat in silence for a moment. “Saturday? That’s why you were naked when we woke up.”

Elsie nodded, wincing, ready for the blowback.

But it never came. Brie didn’t want to start a fight and have Elsie dig in her heels and start prodding her back about her own first experience. “So then what happened? With Mallory, I mean,” she asked coolly.

Elsie ventured on with her story, hesitantly at first, surprised that Brie didn’t seem to care that her best friend had sex with her father.

“Oh, um, well, anyway, it was her turn to choose again and she picked truth again. I asked if she had ever done oral. She said no, she couldn’t even get a boyfriend. She seemed pretty frustrated.

“So then it was my turn, and she said, ‘Who are all the people you’ve had sex with?’ and I told her a college boy and an… older man.” Elsie looked sincerely at Brie and said, “I wasn’t just going to tell her it was your dad.”

“Then she asked me how old, and I said our Daddy’s age.

“She said, ‘Holy shit’ and swallowed real hard. She asked me who it was, but then I realized she already got an extra question out of me and I clammed up. I heard her start to kind of fidget around, and I knew she was getting a little turned on and probably ready to take a dare.

“But it was my turn again to ask and she surprised me by picking truth. I wasn’t expecting that, but I thought for a sec and then asked, ‘Would you ever want a girlfriend?’

“She blushed and giggled and said, ‘I have girlfriends.’” Elsie frowned and added, “She totally knew what I meant, though!

“I said, ‘No, dummy, not your friends. I mean like a boyfriend—but a girlfriend.’

“She was quiet for a while and then she said in this too-calm voice, ‘No, I’m not a lesbian.’

“I was like, ‘You don’t have to be a lesbian to like girls.’

“Then do you know what she said? She said, ‘Well, you didn’t ask if I liked girls!’”

Brie snorted. “Wow, do you think she does like girls, then?”

“I dunno,” Elsie answered, “I never got to ask her, but I kinda think she might.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Well, let me finish my story.”

Brie nodded. Her heart was beating in her chest. She was enraptured with her best friend’s tale about her racy game.

“Next it was my turn, but I knew if I picked truth, she was going to ask about, you know, your dad, and I didn’t want to tell her anything about that! So, I was basically forced to pick dare.

“She must have been getting antsy and said, ‘I dare you to take your pajamas off.’

“That was easy, so I did just that. I had this one-piece romper on with spaghetti straps, and I shimmied out of it under the covers, yanked it out, and dropped it on the floor.

“Mallory shined her flashlight on me and made me pull back the covers so she could check, and she got annoyed when she realized I wasn’t completely naked. ‘You can’t leave your panties on!’ she said.

Brie threw her hands up. “Panties aren’t part of pajamas! It’s just underwear.”

Elsie pointed and said, “That’s what I told her and she grumbled, ‘Well I meant all your clothes,’ so I mocked and said well then she should have said that for the dare.’”

Brie smiled, “You turned the tables back on her.”

“I know,” Elsie giggled, “but I don’t think she got the joke. She just whined some more until I told her to just pick truth-or-dare.

“She finally stopped holding out on me and said dare! So I dared her to let me cuddle her in her bed.”

“That’s it?” Brie asked quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“That doesn’t sound like that big of a deal.”

Elsie rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t know this because you’re a single child. But Mallory hasn’t let me be that close to her since she started getting boobs.”

“I thought you’d seen each other play with yourselves before.”

“Only with covers on or with the lights off,” Elsie corrected, “But now here I am, half naked and wanting to get in her bed? It was a big deal, and you could tell, because she almost said no. It was quiet for a really long time, and finally she said, almost in a whisper, ‘Okay.’

“My heart skipped a beat as I slipped out from under my covers. I grabbed my flashlight and quickly padded over to her bed and she opened the covers to let me in. It was such a thrill being close to her, and I couldn’t help but shiver, even though she was very warm under the sheet.

“We shifted around quite a bit to get settled; we have small, single beds. Eventually she spooned me and draped her hand over my torso. I could feel her tits press against my back. They were warm and soft, and her nipples were hard. It was so nice.”