REVENGE OF THE PROM DATE
"Big brother!" I heard from behind me. My sister Rachel had barged into my room without knocking, as usual, and was suddenly standing behind me as I worked on my computer. Well, step-sister. My dad had married her mom when I was 5 and she was 3. But that was long enough ago that neither of us could remember life without the other being around.
"I need your help," she announced.
"You need lots of help, but I'm not a psychiatrist," I said, without turning around.
"Hardy har." She rubbed my shoulders, which I had to admit did feel good. "I need a favor."
I sighed and turned around in my chair to face her. Her light brown hair was in a long pony tail behind her back, and she wore a tank top and short shorts. The tank top was probably just because it was warm outside. But she regularly wore those short athletic shorts, a habit she picked up from being on the school's volleyball team. Even though I knew she was my step-sister, constantly seeing her long legs in those shorts was terribly distracting. "What do you need?"
"My friend needs a prom date." Rachel had been talking about her prom for weeks. It's most of what I heard her talk about since I came home from college - her dress, her hair, who was going with whom. I had just finished my sophomore year as an Information Technology major, and she was graduating high school very soon.
I studied her face, suspicious of her motives. "Which friend?"
"Becky."
"Pass." I turned back around to my computer.
"Come on, Kevin!" She pleaded. "You don't have anything going on this Saturday. Plus, didn't you ask her out once?"
I remembered that day. At 18, I had asked out 16-year-old Becky, a hot, popular cheerleader. Her exact response had been, "Like I'd ever go out with a skinny geeky loser like you." Geek was accurate - I was a geek. I like sci-fi and computers and D&D, and I wasn't going to change that. Skinny had also been true, until I bulked up somewhat in college, taking advantage of the free workout machines. The name loser had hurt the most. I was not a loser, and I very quickly lost interest in stuck-up snob Becky.
"She's not my type," I simply replied to my little sister.
"But I really need you to take her. She dumped her jerk boyfriend a couple days ago, and she really needs a date. I told her you could take her, and she already agreed."
"You promised her something you couldn't deliver. That's not my problem."
"Please!" she begged, getting on her knees.
"Rachel, why should I go?" I asked, turning to face her again. "You have yet to give me a reason to go to your prom."
She froze. "Umm, I'll owe you a favor?" I stayed silent, staring at her. She finally broke. "Okay, I'll pay you $100."
"$300, plus the tux rental fee," I countered.
She glared at me. "$300 and you rent your own damn tux."
We continued our staring match. "Deal." We shook on it.
--
If I had known all the details, I would've given her a flat no. Or at least charged her a lot more money.
After Rachel left my room, I started doing my research. Apparently, Becky's ex-boyfriend was Johnny Monroe, a 19-year-old who'd been left back one year, so he was just now graduating (barely). He was a big jock with a mean attitude. And, after checking out social media, I learned that Johnny had threatened to beat up any guy who dared to take Becky to the prom, and his moron jock buddies had agreed to help him carry out the threat. It's no wonder that Rachel had to reach out beyond high school boys to find Becky a date.
As I read the posts, it made me suddenly take pity on Becky. She might still be a stuck-up bitch, but she didn't deserve to be treated that way. I also remembered Johnny from my time in school, when he bullied some of my high school friends. He didn't particularly mess with me, since I had at least one inch on him in height. At one point, he started calling me the King of the Nerds, but since I was the tallest in my social circle, my friends started calling me that as well.
But the bottom line remained: I would need to be careful in order to get through this.
My first step was to call Rachel back into my room. "You didn't tell me that Becky's ex was Johnny Monroe. I saw his threats online. Are you trying to have me killed?" I didn't yell, but I did raise my voice in an angry tone to scare her.
It worked. Her eyes were wide, and a tear started to form on the bottom rim of one eye. "No! I swear!" she stammered out. "Kevin, I... I..."
"It's okay," I calmed her down. "I am mad, but not at you." I pulled her over to sit on my bed, and sat next to her, my arm around her shoulders. "I'm going to need your help, though."
She sniffed back a tear. "My help?"
"Yes. The first thing you need to do is call Becky right now."
"I just texted her that you agreed to go..."
"I know, but now I need to talk to her. Give me your phone." She did, and I used it to dial Becky's number.
"Hey Rae, what's up?" came the voice from the phone.
"Hi Becky, this is Kevin. You're on speakerphone."
A silent pause. "Hi Kevin. I'm glad you agreed to go to the prom with me. I do need to tell you about something first though."
"Is it Johnny Monroe's death threats?"
Another silent pause, longer and more meaningful than the first. "Yes. I'm sorry Kevin, I understand if you don't want to go."
"I do want to go, Becky. But I need something from you. I need you not to tell anyone about me being your date. Understand? If anyone asks, say you're going alone, or going with Rachel, or anything else. Can you do that?"
"Sure, but why?"
The wheels were already turning in my head. "It's best you don't know all the details, but basically, so he won't see me coming."
Rachel chimed in, "He'll probably be there, waiting for you. He'll bring his buddies too."
I nodded. "I'm actually counting on that. He said as much online."
"Oh. Okay," said Becky. "I'll see you Saturday then?"
"Actually, can you come over tomorrow after school? I'd like to go over a few things with you and Rachel."
"Sure!" she said, a bit more excited than she'd been a minute ago. "No problem. Thank you, Kevin."
"You're welcome. Thanks for the invite. Here's Rachel," I said, giving her back her phone. Then I told my sister, "Get out of my room, you little brat."
--
What was my plan? Well, I wasn't just an IT major. I was going into my field of choice - hacking. I was going to be a white-hat. For those who don't know, a white-hat hacker is someone hired by a company to hack their own systems, to point out all of their vulnerabilities, so they could fix it before they got hacked for real. It was fun to try to get into places, and then write up reports to show how I got in and how they could have stopped me.
So I prepped to perform some hacker tricks on Johnny. I'd need help though, so I called a couple of my acquaintences to get some supplies. My first call was to Marcus, one of my partners in crime. He had bought an old work van; you know the kind, white with no windows. He had then rigged it up with electricity and lights, so he basically had a portable office. He agreed to help me.
My second call was to my friend Gary and his brother Freddy. Gary had gone to high school with me, and his brother Freddy was now a senior like my sister. They were really into gadgets. Gary fancied himself like Q from the James Bond movies - he wanted to be the guy who supplied the cool spy equipment. Freddy was on board too, and since he was still a student, he could get me access to the high school gym.
My third and final call was a bit dicier. I had to call a friend (whom I won't name here) and convince them to call their friend - a dealer. The result was purchasing medium-sized baggies of both cocaine and meth. It cost me almost all of the cash Rachel had given me.
Then I simply took the rest of the money and rented my tuxedo. All in all, it was a very productive Tuesday afternoon.
--
Wednesday morning, I was up early. Heading out the door, I passed Rachel at the kitchen table, still in her pajamas and eating cereal. "Where are you going so early?" she inquired.
"I'll tell you later. Remember, you and Becky are meeting me here after school."
"I remember," she said, and I nodded and left.
Ten minutes later, Marcus and I were camped out in his van, across the street from Johnny Monroe's house. His parents were wealthy, which explains his spoiled attitude, and one of the houses on the street was being renovated. It was a perfect excuse to have a white work van parked nearby.
"So explain to me what you're doing here. What's the plan?" Marcus asked, while I unpacked my three laptops. I had an HP, a Dell, and a Lenovo, but I had nicknamed them all Huey, Dewey, and Louie.
"So you know how people use wireless signals for everything?"
"Yeah, remember, we took that class together last fall." Marcus said. He and I were in school together. He was majoring in IT too, but he wanted to be a network architecture consultant. There was big money to be made there.
"Then you remember that anything not hard-wired is subject to piracy. And we're the pirates." I looked at him with my best pirate face and said, "Yarrr!"
He grinned back. "Aye cap'n." He looked back at the computers. "But why three laptops? Can't you hack his computer with one?"
"One is to hack his computer, yes." I pointed at Dewey. "The second is to hack his car." Then I pointed at Louie. "The third is to hack whatever else is hackable in his house, like his cell phone."
Marcus studied me for a second. "You really hate this guy, huh?"
"A bit, yeah. But he deserves it."
"Okay then," Marcus replied. He was a good friend. I made a mental note that I owed him a big favor for this later.
A few minutes later, Johnny left his house and went out to his car. He hit his button to unlock the car, and laptop #2 picked up the frequency. Easy as pie. But he also hit the button to pop the trunk, throwing a bag inside, and I managed to get that frequency too. Now I could replicate the signals, and get into his car whenever I wanted. I fist-bumped Marcus as Johnny drove away, off to school.
I had Marcus use laptop #3 to see what other electronics Johnny owned in the house, while I used laptop #1 to peruse Johnny's computer. He had left it unlocked, which was his mistake, so I was able to create my own login access. I was surprised at how easy it was to get into his bank account; he had a few thousand dollars there, so I rewarded myself with a few hundred dollars. By turning off his notifications and emails, he'd never know it was gone. Then I started combing through his files; nothing was organized, of course, so it was slow going.
Marcus whistled. "There's a bunch of things connected to wi-fi here. I guess his parents must have set the house up pretty well."
"Let me see." I checked it out. "Not much we can use. Wait!" I said, pointing at the screen. "I think that's a webcam!"
It only took us a few minutes to access it. It was indeed a webcam, in Johnny's room, giving us a live feed at his cluttered bedroom.
Marcus said it just as the thought crossed my mind. "The camera is pointing at his bed."
I nodded, and moved back to laptop #1. I searched for video files and found a bunch of them, all in one folder. I opened one labeled "Becky5" and found a video of Johnny and Becky having sex. She laying face up on the bed, as he stood at the edge of the bed and fucked her. Her naked tits jiggled with each thrust.
Marcus and I didn't watch the videos together. That would be weird, two dudes in a van watching sex videos? No thanks. But we did copy them all to laptop #1. There were over 30 of them marked with Becky's name. But what was more astonishing was that a few of them weren't Becky. The other names included Olivia, Lexi, and Jenna.
"Are they his previous girlfriends?" asked Marcus.
"I don't think so," I said, pointing at the screen. "Look at the timestamps on the files. I'm pretty sure Johnny was cheating on Becky with these other girls."
"Is that why Becky dumped Johnny?"
"Could be. Or maybe she doesn't know. She probably doesn't know about the webcam though," I said. "I'm going to have to tell her about it."
There was a pause in the conversation, until Marcus said, "That's going to hurt her."
"Yeah, but better to be honest about it," I argued. "I'd rather her hear it from me than from Johnny or one of his friends. Imagine if he already sent those videos to his buddies?"
"Yeah." Marcus nodded. "I'm guessing we're going after them next, right?"
"Yup. Let's go."
--
By mid-afternoon, we had at least scouted the houses of Johnny's main henchmen, Ramon and T-Dog. They were both in school at the time, so we couldn't mess with their cars, but we did get into their computers. As suspected, they both had copies of Johnny's videos, but there wasn't any evidence they had sent them anywhere else.
Marcus dropped me off at my house around 2:00. I had an hour to kill before Rachel and Becky got out of school, so I prepped myself for what I was going to tell them.
I looked over the long list of video files. I knew it was wrong to look, but I gave into temptation and opened one at random, one that didn't belong to Becky.
I watched as Johnny tossed the girl, Olivia, on the bed. I turned up the sound to hear their conversation.
"Let me see those tits, babe," said Johnny.
Olivia took off her shirt, then fiddled with her bra, trying to tease him. "I didn't hear a please."
Johnny grabbed her and took her bra off for her. "I don't need to say please." She was now topless, and he unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. "Now suck my dick, bitch."
Olivia complied. She took him into her mouth, and he grabbed her head, fucking her mouth. Then he looked at the camera, and winked. From that, I'm positive she had no idea she was being recorded. None of these girls knew.
I fast-forwarded a bit, and saw Johnny fuck Olivia roughly from behind. It was clear he had no real respect for her; she was just another fuck to him. He pulled out and jizzed on her ass. I did have to hand it to him that the camera quality was pretty good, as I could see good detail.
I eyed the rest of the files, and again succumbed to temptation. I opened the most recent Becky file, named Becky34. I admired Becky's nude body as she undressed, but Johnny wasn't kind to her. He simply pushed her down on the bed, and plunged into her. No foreplay, no teasing. I skipped a bit, and saw him turn her over.
She was crying and pleading, "Please no. Don't fuck my ass."
"Shut up bitch," he said, "you know you want it." Then he forced himself into her behind, and she was screaming. It didn't take long, and then he came inside her asshole. I was filled to the brim with anger. I checked the timestamp of the video, and it was last week. This was why she broke up with him, I realized. He had violated her, taken her ass against her will, and now she wanted nothing to do with him. I thought about my phone call with her the day before, and her timid voice. She was also scared of what he'd do this Saturday.
I heard the door open to the house, so I quickly closed the video files and shut my laptop. Rachel came into the living room first, followed by Becky. It wasn't the Becky I remembered from a few years ago, however. I remembered Becky as the stuck-up cheerleader, always wearing tight, revealing clothes to make the boys drool over her amazing teenage body.
This Becky was trying to hide the fear in her eyes. Her body was covered in loose clothes, hiding her figure. She'd changed. Her relationship with Johnny had scarred her emotionally. I had been originally annoyed at Rachel for wanting me to take out her friend; now I was feeling sorry for this pitiful creature.
"Rae, go get us some drinks please," I asked my little sister, and surprisingly, she did without arguing with me. In her absence, I held out my arms to Becky. She came closer, and I hugged her. "Hi," I simply said.
"Hi," she said into my shoulder.
"I think I know why you broke up with Johnny," I told her, and she began to cry. "Does Rachel know?" She shook her head. "I won't tell her if you don't want me to," I assured her.
Rachel came back with three cans of pop, and saw her friend crying into my shoulder. "What did you do?" she asked me.
I ignored her. "It's okay," I said to Becky, trying to calm her down. "I'm taking care of this. I'll take care of you." She stood in my arms for another couple minutes, composing herself, and I was happy to hold her.
--
When everyone was calm again, we sat together on the couch. I began to tell them what I was planning. "Basically, Johnny threatened to beat up any guy he sees with you on Saturday night." The girls nodded along. "What he doesn't know is that he won't be there to do that." I took a sip of my drink, waiting for them to ask the inevitable question.
Rachel spoke first. "Where will he be?"
I shrugged. "I don't know exactly where, but definitely not at the school gym. His idiot friends won't be around either." I looked at Becky. "That means you and I can have a good time at the prom."
They both gave me confused looks. "Why won't he be there?" asked Becky.
"He'll have another, unavoidable appointment," I explained. "I'm going to get him arrested."
"What?" said Rachel. "Arrested for what?" Becky gave me a meaningful look. I could tell she didn't want me talking about her assault to anyone, even Rachel.
"We're still working on that, but I wanted to let you know I'm taking care of him and his goons."
Rachel stood up and hugged me. "This is great! I knew you could help us. Thank you big brother!"
Becky stayed seated, but gave a smile. I reached out my hand, and she took it. "Can we talk? In my room?" I asked her. She nodded. I told my sister, "Give us some time, will you? I want to talk to her privately."
Rachel gave me a strange look, but shrugged, and went to grab the TV remote. "Okay. I'll be down here when you're done."
--
I had Becky sit in my desk chair, and I closed the door to my room. I purposely sat on the bed, five feet away, trying to give her space.
She spoke first, looking at the floor. "How do you know about me and Johnny?"
I hesitated, clearing my throat. "I was hacking his computer today. I found something I didn't intend to find." She didn't speak, so I continued. "Apparently, Johnny has a webcam in his room."
Her head snapped up, looking at me in fear. "A webcam?"
I nodded. "He's been recording you and him together. There's a several videos."
"Did you watch the videos?" she asked. Her face was turning red, probably from a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and anger.
"I saw the last one. He violated you," I calmly said. "You haven't told anyone, have you?"
"No." She brushed away a tear. "No one would believe me if I did."
"I believe you. And I have evidence." I tried to speak quietly, trying to be as unlike Johnny as I possibly could. "I don't want you to have to relive that memory. But we could send him to jail for that."
"No," she croaked, crying again. I grabbed her a tissue. "I don't want to go through that."
"I understand. Don't worry, he's going to jail either way," I assured her. "I should also tell you something else I found."
"What?"
"Some of those videos aren't yours. It looks like he was cheating on you."
She nodded, to my surprise. "I suspected he was. I didn't want to believe it, but I was pretty sure he was with Olivia." She looked up at me. "Was it Olivia?"
"Olivia was one. There were others." I opened my laptop. "Do you want to know who else?"
At first she shook her head, but then she changed her mind. "Yes. I want to know that."
I scrolled through the list. "Olivia a few times. Jenna twice. Lexi once. And Natalie three times."
Her eyes went wide, then narrow in anger. "Natalie?" she asked. "The others are seniors like me, but I only know one Natalie in our school, and she's only a sophomore." She got up to sit on the bed with me. "Can you show me what she looks like?"
I opened the video, and in the first 30 seconds, we saw a young-looking girl walk into the room, and start making out with Johnny. We did get a good glimpse of her face. "Is that the Natalie you know?"
She nodded. "That's her. She's on the JV cheer squad. That little bitch."
"If she's a sophomore, she's only what, sixteen?" I asked. I was suddenly thankful we had paused the video 30 seconds in, before clothes started coming off.
Becky gasped. "She's 16! And Johnny was videotaping her! That's illegal, right?"
"It's technically illegal to videotape anyone naked without their consent. But yes, since she's a minor, it's extra illegal." I thought more about it. "He also sent these video files to his friends. That means he's also distributing it."
"Can you charge him with that?"
"Legally speaking, I might get a misdemeanor for hacking his computer to find the files. But he'd go to prison for a felony." I took her hand in mine. "I know you don't want to hear this, but the charges would carry more weight if they included your accusations too."
She looked back into her lap. "I... I'm not ready for that."
"Okay," I said. We sat in silence for several minutes. I continued to hold her hand as long as she'd let me.
"Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
She turned to me, and, to my surprise, she kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you. For everything," she said, with the faintest smile curling her lips.
I looked into her eyes, and saw a glimmer of hope. I hoped it was enough to lift her spirits. "You're welcome, Becky." Then I stood up, and pulled her on her feet. "Now, back to prom business. What color is your dress?"
--
After Becky went home, I went back to the living room. Rachel was still there, watching reruns of some dumb show. "How was your talk?" she asked.
"Fine," I told her. Then I decided to ask, "She's not really the same as she used to be, is she?"
My step-sister shook her head. "No. She's changed. It was a change over the last few months, but especially lately."
"That's what I thought too." I sat on the couch with her. "I'm going to give you your money back, by the way."
"What?" she asked, suddenly angry. "Does that mean you're not going? How could you do that..."
"I'm still going! I promise!" I cut her off, calming her down. "I just don't need your money. And I couldn't take it, not after seeing what Johnny did to her."
"Oh." She paused. "What did Johnny do to her?"
"I don't know," I lied, shrugging. "I was hoping she told you."
"Normally, I think she would. But I think it must have been bad, so she's bottling it up."
"Hey, do me a favor on Saturday," I said. "Bring your pepper spray."
She smirked. "You want me to bring pepper spray to prom? Seriously? Why?"
"I'm pretty sure I can get Johnny and his goon squad taken care of. But just in case something goes wrong," I forced a smile, "I might need backup."
She hugged me close. "I'm glad you're going with us. It means a lot to me. To us."
"Okay, okay," I said, getting her to stop hugging me. "Tell me about the plans for Saturday. Limo?"
She shook her head. "Becky and I can't afford one."
"No problem. I can drive. I'll borrow Dad's car. Everyone can just meet up here."
Rachel nodded. "Okay. Dad's car's no limo, but it's pretty nice." She didn't seem very enthusiastic.
I poked her in the side, making her flinch. "Come on, lighten up. We're going to have fun on Saturday. And then we'll go to Prom." That made her smile, so I patted her on the head and went back to my room.
--
Over the next few days, Marcus and I finished our recon. We managed to get the information we needed from Johnny and his buddies Ramon and T-Dog. I also had the brothers Gary and Freddy hook up cameras so we could watch their activities, and homing beacons on their cars in case they went anywhere.
T-Dog's real name was Travis. He lived down the street from Johnny. He fancied himself the next Eminem or Post Malone or something, but he was just a skinny, unclean, pot-head dumbass. Everyone knew he was into drugs, and usually had some on his person. He'd be easy to set up with the drugs that I'd "acquired".
Ramon was more of a challenge. He was a hispanic guy, average build, grades were mostly okay, lived in a small house with his mom. He was trying to stay pretty clean. I'm sure his mom was proud of him. More investigating told us why: turns out, his mom wasn't totally legal. She had crossed the border legally, as most immigrants do, but then just never went back to her home country. Ramon was born in the US, so he was a citizen. But his mom wasn't, and that made him vulnerable.
I did feel bad about attacking the guy's mom. But I knew Ramon would do anything for his mom. So I offered him a way out. I sent him an anonymous email, saying he and his mom had better disappear for about a week, or the ICE squad was coming for them both. I didn't mention the prom, since that would give away the intention of why I needed him gone. But sure enough, that night, I caught him telling his mom about the email. They argued, but he managed to convince her to pack some bags. They both went to a motel about an hour away. That was perfect with me. Since I also had a bug on his car, I could see if he ever came back into town.
Marcus was irritated with me about this, lecturing me about white privilege. He was absolutely right, and I told him so. I was able to assuage his anger, saying that A, we weren't actually arresting anyone or calling ICE, and B, it was only temporary. After all, Ramon wasn't the real target. We just needed him out of the way to hurt Johnny Monroe. I promised Marcus I'd find some way to make it up to Ramon.
We found out that Johnny was irritated that one of his henchmen had gone off the radar. Apparently he was mostly mad that Ramon's love for his mother was stronger than his loyalty to his bully-friend. But he was also down a man for the supposed conflict on Saturday night. It didn't bug him too much, though, as he and T-Dog together could still take down any guy they spotted with Becky.
For that reason, we decided to wait on taking down T-Dog. If we set him up too early, Johnny would get suspicious. Worse, he could call in extra help, which we didn't want.
--
Friday afternoon, I was in my room, prepping everything for the Saturday morning blitzkrieg, when I heard a knock on my door.
Opening it, I found Becky. She was looking better than she had a few days ago. Her blonde hair was cascading over her shoulders, meeting her purple tank top. She was showing lots of leg in her denim shorts and flip-flops. "Hi," I said. I wasn't expecting to see her until tomorrow.
"Hi. Can I come in?"
"Sure," I said, letting her in and closing the door behind me. "Did Rachel let you in?"
Becky shook her head. "No, she's still at school. Some volleyball thing." She gave a sly smile. "I let myself in."
I smiled back. "So what's up?"
"I wanted to thank you again. For everything." She sat at my desk, like she did before.
"You're welcome. I'm glad to help." I sat on the bed, facing her.
"I've been thinking," she looked down, and played with her hair. "I remember when you asked me out a couple years ago, and I said no. Do you remember that?"
"I do, but you didn't say no, exactly."
She winced a bit. "You're right, I think it probably was a little more hurtful."
"You could say that."
"Well, I'm sorry, and I mean it. You're a really great guy."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
She moved over to sit next to me on the bed. "And I really wanted to show you my appreciation." Then she kissed me, fully on the lips. I was extremely surprised, but melted and kissed her back. I certainly wasn't expecting this, but it was a chance to live a fantasy I'd wanted two years ago. Becky was an amazing kisser, and I was enjoying myself, but I suddenly felt bad. I didn't want to take advantage of a girl who'd been recently abused. She might only be kissing me because I was the first guy to show respect and support after such a trauma.
She broke the kiss before I did, but she went to remove her top, and I had to put my hands out to stop her. "Becky, hold on. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, why? Don't... Don't you want this?"
"I do. I really do. You're amazing, and..."
"So what's the problem?" She looked like she might cry. "I mean, you've already seen me naked, right? In those videos?"
I felt really bad. There was no way I could have sex with her. Not now, anyway. She wasn't in the right mental place. "I just don't want to take advantage of the situation, you know?" I tried to explain the best I could.
"I guess I understand," she said. I watched a tear fall down her cheek, and I pulled her in for a hug.
"I promise you," I whispered in her ear, "if we get together, it will be because we both want it, and I promise it will be magical. But I want you to take as much time as you need."
Later that night, I reassured myself that I had done the right thing. I didn't want Becky to throw herself at me because she felt bad for me, or because she was angry at Johnny, or in an attempt to cheer herself up or to forget her problems. If it happened, I wanted her to mean it, to do it for the right reasons.
Of course, I didn't tell Rachel about it. I felt bad keeping things from my sister, but it wasn't my story to tell. I didn't want to betray Becky's trust. But Rachel was watching me across the dinner table, and I could tell she knew I wasn't telling her everything.
She confirmed that in my room that night. "What's really going on here?" she asked. Again, she had come into my room without knocking.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what's going on between you and Becky? You talked to her privately two days ago, then again today..."
"How'd you know she was here today?"
"I didn't," she smirked. "You just told me."
Dammit. She was smart. "We were talking more about tomorrow," I said. It was partially true.
"Bullshit. Did you kiss her?"
I hesitated, then admitted, "I might have."
"Oh," she said. She seemed somewhat deflated, which I didn't understand. "So I guess you guys are together then."
"That's not what I said. And why do you care?"
"She's my friend!" she said, very defensively.
"So ask her." I was getting irritated.
"She won't tell me!" she said, finally getting to her problem. "Do you know how frustrating it is, to know something's wrong with your friend, but she won't talk about it?"
For some reason, I snapped at her. "Probably. Remember, you've never been a geek. You've never been beat up or ridiculed for who you are, with no one to help you but other geeks. You're just too popular and beautiful and perfect to have that feeling."
She was quiet for a long time. "I'm sorry."
"Me too." Another long pause between us.
"You think I'm perfect?" Her voice shook. I wondered if she was still mad, but I realized she was more on the verge of tears.
"Rae, you're wonderful. You're pretty and athletic and smart. You've got straight A's and you're going to the college of your choice."
She stood there for a while, still in shock. "I'm not perfect."
"How in the hell aren't you perfect?" I was getting mad again.
"Perfect girls have dates to Prom," she said quietly, almost whispering. Then she bolted from my room, and I heard her door slam down the hallway.
I realized my mistake. This whole week, I'd been so focused on hurting Johnny and helping Becky, I had forgotten all about my sister. Not once did I ask who she was going to the dance with. I had only focused on the logistics of the mission.
--
Saturday morning, I set things into action. I got up very, very early, before dawn, and went out to T-Dog's house. I was able to get into his car and plant the illegal drugs under his car seats. I had to do it in the dark so I didn't get spotted. Marcus and I were going to call it in around noon, so T-Dog would get arrested well before the evening. Johnny wouldn't know about it until it was too late.
I knew if I set up Johnny too early in the day, he'd get arrested and immediately released on bond, with enough time to make it to the Prom. His parents were wealthy and could afford it. So I had to get him set up later in the afternoon. But I had already prepared the anonymous email to the police, accusing him of recording and distributing video of sex with minors. I was hoping I could at least get him out of the way for the evening, long enough for me to not get killed at Prom.
I got home as dawn was breaking. I slipped a note under Rae's door, which was still shut and locked. I wanted to apologize for my stupid behavior. Then I went back to my room to get a nap.
I had only been lying there for a few minutes when Rae came into my room, without knocking of course. "I got your note," she said.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea you didn't have a date. And I'm sorry I didn't ask."
"It's okay." She sat on the bed next to me. "I didn't volunteer the information, either."
"For what it's worth, I think it's really nice that you set up your friend with a date, when you didn't have one yourself."
"Yeah." She laid down on my bed with me, her head on my right shoulder. With any other girl, it would have been kinda romantic. "I guess I was so busy being perfect, I forgot to get a date. Or a boyfriend."
I hugged her with right arm. "Don't worry about it. High school boyfriends don't last anyway. Wait until college, you'll find better guys there." I kissed her forehead. "They'll be more compatible with your perfection."
She chuckled. "I couldn't believe it when you said that yesterday. I mean, I try really hard at everything."
"I know! And you succeed at everything."
"But you also called me beautiful. Do you really think that?"
"Yes." I said, very truthfully. I had always thought that much. But since she'd grown up, I'd also started thinking she was sexy too. But I couldn't tell my step-sister that. I asked her, "I know I'm officially going to prom with Becky, but would you like to be my other date?"
She smiled. "I'd like that," she said. Then she brought her face to mine, and kissed me. Not a sister-kiss. A girlfriend kiss. I couldn't help myself, and kissed her back.
When we broke the kiss, neither of us spoke. I don't think either of us had words for what had just happened. She laid back down in the crook of my arm. We laid like that for a while, in silence, until I realized she'd fallen asleep in my arms.
--
I awoke a couple hours later, feeling a small hand rubbing my chest through my T-shirt. I opened one eye. Rachel was still laying on me. Her hand idly drifted up and down my chest. Again, it was kind of nice and romantic, holding a hot young woman in my bed like this, but it was still my step-sister. My step-sister that I had kissed a few hours ago. Despite my brain, I could feel blood start rushing towards my crotch, threatening an erection from her gentle touch.
Just then, my phone alarm rang. 11:00 AM. I still had a lot to do before Prom. Rachel pretended to still be asleep. I slipped my arm out from under her, letting her stay in my bed a little longer, and ran for the door before I really got a hard-on.
Marcus picked me up in his van around noon, with Gary sitting shotgun. "Is Freddy at the school?" I asked when I got in.
Gary nodded. "Yup, he's getting everything ready."
We went into town a bit, to a payphone we'd found earlier. Not only was it REALLY hard to find a payphone in this age, we needed it to not have cameras around. Before getting out of the van to use it, Gary activated a disruption signal to give any wireless signals serious static.
Marcus used a voice distorter while I grabbed the phone and called the police. Using my best anonymous voice, I stated to the detective who picked up the phone. "I'd like to report a drug dealer. He lives on Meadowhurst Lane, and I saw him dealing baggies of different drugs, out of his brown Nissan sedan. The license plate says T DOG." Before I could get a response, I quickly hung up the phone, jumped back in the van, and we bugged out of the neighborhood. It would be just enough information to get police to go check out T-Dog's car and find the drugs I'd put there.
--
After picking up some lunch at the local sandwich shop (I owed the guys lunch for all the work they'd done), we visited the school. Freddy was there to let us in.
"I set up the cameras like you wanted," he told us. "Microphones too. Laptop #3 is ready to record everything."
"Thanks, Freddy," I said while we ate. "Here's the rest of the plan. I'm going to notify the police of Johnny's crimes, and tell them to pick him up here."
"Why not just call them now, and get him arrested earlier?" asked Gary.
I shook my head. "His parents are wealthy and connected. He'd get out on bail pretty quick, and then he'd just come here even angrier. Plus, it will be way more damaging if he's arrested here, in front of everyone arriving for the Prom."
"So you're going to embarrass him as well as arrest him?" said Marcus.
"Right. And in a selfish way, I want to see it for myself." I grinned, and so did they. "You're welcome to watch too."
"Right on," said Marcus. "I'll be here. Gary, you want in?"
"Definitely."
"I'll be here already for the dance," chimed in Freddy, "but I might try to watch from inside. You know, keep my girl out of danger." I envied Freddy. He'd found a cute girl who was as geeky as him. It's something I never had when I was his age.
I continued with the plan. "Johnny already knows Ramon is off the grid, but he doesn't know T-Dog will be missing too. It'll be just him alone. It will make him more vulnerable, but he's a mad dog, so it will actually make him angrier and more ready to fight."
"What if the police are late?" asked Marcus. "You might get hurt."
"I'll be okay," I reassured him. "Besides, I'll have you and Gary nearby in the van. The three of us can take him if we need to. But I'd much rather have the police deal with him, of course." I straightened an imaginary tie on my neck. "I don't really want him to ruin my tuxedo."
--
Fast-forward a few more hours. I'm sitting in my tuxedo, waiting in my living room. My dad gave me the keys to his nice car and his blessing. I haven't told my parents about all the drama this week, or about the conflict scheduled for tonight. They'd just worry, and probably blow up all my plans by calling the cops too early.
I had placed the call to the police 30 minutes ago about Johnny's activities. This time, I did tell them my name, and described all the evidence I had. I had a flashdrive in my pocket, containing copies of the videos, ready to hand them over to the police when they arrived at the school. They assured me they'd be there right at 6:00, when I planned to arrive myself.
Now I was just waiting for the girls. They were both in Rachel's room, finishing their make-up or hair or whatever. On the table next to me were two corsages, one for each of them. I hadn't told them about that yet, but I figured I'd be a good date and surprise them.
I felt like a 15-year-old boy again, sitting on a couch, waiting for my date (in this case, dates) to come downstairs. I knew it was a dumb feeling, since I was 20 and waiting on my sister and her friend. But the butterflies felt real, probably due to yesterday's encounter with Becky and the following conversations with Rachel.
"We're ready!" Rachel called from upstairs. My parents joined me in the living room; my dad had his camera ready. Becky's mom was also there to see her daughter off. Rachel came down first. She was wearing a long, black, sparkling dress, with red accents, cut down to the center of her chest, showing a bit of her small breasts. It had a slit cut above her knee, showing off her nice athletic legs as she walked. Her hair was done up and she wore black mascara. It was very sexy. I wished for a moment that she wasn't my step-sister.
Becky came down a second after. She wore a pink dress, which went past her knees but not all the way to her ankles. The ruffles poofed out. The top of the dress was also cut low, showing off a bit more cleavage than my sister. Her hair was curled and done up, but part of it still hung down, just barely touching her shoulders. She looked gorgeous.
My parents got pictures of both of them, separately, then together. Then I grabbed the corsages. "Oh! Kevin, thank you!" said Becky.
"Yeah, Kevin, these are so pretty," agreed Rachel. I'd gotten a pink corsage for Becky, one that fortunately matched her dress fairly well. I got red for Rachel, to bring out the red in her dress.
"I figured I'd be the dutiful prom date," I replied. I lingered enough to let my dad take more pictures of the three of us, all dressed up. Then I shooed the girls out the door, towards the car. "We don't want to be late," I told them. "You know, for the prom." The girls nodded, getting the hint. Rachel let Becky sit up front with me, as I pulled out of the driveway, heading for the school.
--
When I pulled into the parking lot, I got a bad feeling. It was 5:57, but I didn't see any cop cars. I also didn't see Marcus' white van. I quickly checked on my phone for the homing signal on Johnny's car, but it wasn't responding. Just then, I got a text message from Gary. "Marcus got a flat tire. We're on our way, but running late."
This wasn't good. "Girls," I said, "let's get inside. Keep an eye out. Something's not right."
They grabbed their little formal purses and exited the car with me. My plan now was to get the three of us in the building before Johnny showed up to see us. I didn't want the girls to get hurt, and so I was mustering up my courage, thinking I could slow Johnny down while they got inside to safety.
Sadly, it wasn't to be. As we walked quickly across the parking lot towards the school doors, I heard his voice to my right. "King of the Nerds!" There he was, sauntering towards us. "I figured it would be you. After T-Dog got picked up, I found this in my car." He dangled my tracking beacon, now broken, from his fingers. "Now, you get to die."
I put my arms out in front of the girls. "Get inside." They didn't move. "Now." They still stayed behind me.
"Becky," Johnny called to her, "when will you get it? You're my girl, and that's not going to change."
"I'm not your girl," Becky yelled back. I didn't look at her, but I knew from her voice that she'd started crying.
"Johnny, you don't want to do this," I said, calmly, backing up a bit. I was really trying to hold him at a distance, buying time until help arrived.
"Yes, I do. I really do," he answered, stepping closer. His eyes were wide open with wild anger. He didn't look like he had a gun, thankfully, but I spotted brass knuckles on his right fist. If he hit me with those, it would seriously hurt, and probably draw blood.
I stopped moving backwards. I knew if I moved any further back, I'd be out of the range of the cameras that Freddy and Gary had set up. I wanted the whole conflict thing recorded, just in case. I also wore a microphone in my lapel, recording our entire conversation. It was tested for up to 50 feet, so I knew it would pick up Johnny's voice, as most everyone else around was now quietly watching the stand-off.
I said to the girls again, "Get inside. Get safe. Now."
Becky was frozen to my left arm, but Rachel was able to drag her some distance away, towards the building. I felt better knowing they were out of the way of the beating I was about to get.
Johnny kept closing the distance. "You're going to die now, King of the Nerds," he taunted me.
I didn't move. I wanted him to take the first swing. "My name is Kevin, dickwad."
He stopped briefly, surprised I'd call him names at this moment. "Dickwad? Let's see what you call me after I beat the shit out of you." Finally, he lunged at me with his right fist, trying to hit me in the face. I was ready for it, and blocked it, but then he used his left hand to punch me in the stomach. It hurt, but I kept my grip on his right hand. He landed another blow to my gut with his left, but there was no way I was going to let go of the hand with brass knuckles on it.
Suddenly, I heard my sister's voice screaming, "Leave him alone!" Johnny turned around just in time to catch Rachel's pepper spray to his eyes. He fell to the ground, holding his face, screaming.
I was suddenly thankful that I'd asked Rachel to bring her pepper spray. I heard a siren, and saw one police car on the way. Another one appeared behind it. Then a third on the other side of the parking lot.
I looked down at Johnny, then upwards at the cameras. I'd won this fight without throwing a punch, and I had the evidence to prove it. The police picked Johnny off the ground, and put him in cuffs. One of the cops walked up to me. "You Kevin?"
"That's me."
"I'm Detective Wilson. You got the videos you talked about?"
I reached into my jacket and pulled out the flashdrive. Thankfully, Johnny's punches missed it, so it was unharmed. "Here. As promised, more than 50 videos of Johnny Monroe having sex with girls, without their knowledge or consent. At least one girl was underage at the time. There's also evidence there that Johnny sent copies of those videos to his friends, possibly more, which should be enough for distribution charges."
Detective Wilson held the flashdrive in his hand, and looked at me. "How'd you get this information?"
I couldn't lie. "I'm a hacker. I found when I broke into his computer."
He frowned at me. "You know that's a crime too, right?"
"Yes sir. I'm prepared to answer to those charges. I only ask that you show me mercy, as I have an appointment inside I need to tend to," I motioned at the school building behind me. "Can I turn myself in at the station tomorrow morning?"
He stared at me for a few seconds, then shrugged. "How about this: you come see me at the station tomorrow at 1:00. Then we'll talk about it. And, don't leave town." Then he walked away. I was pleasantly shocked.
Rachel hugged me. I had forgotten she was there. "Thank you," I said. "You saved me."
"I know," she replied. "I'm your hero. But you're my hero too."
I looked up, and saw Becky on the steps of the school building, still teary-eyed. "Come on," I told my sister. "Let's go to the prom."
--
The school gym was decorated well, with strands of twinkling lights and round tables covered in purple cloth. Dinner was catered, so it was pretty good, and we sat with Freddy and his girlfriend, as well as another couple I didn't know. Over the meal, my dates and I recouped our experiences together. Becky had been scared stiff, and probably wouldn't have moved if Rachel hadn't dragged her away. My stomach was still sore, and I knew I'd have a nice bruise tomorrow to remember the fight. Rachel was the one who had really saved the day. She had made sure Becky was safe, and then came back to help me.
Word had spread pretty quickly throughout the gym, so I occasionally got a high five or fist bump from some random kid, congratulating me on getting rid of Johnny. I smiled and thanked them, but I couldn't take all the credit. I still maintained that Rachel ended up being the hero. She blushed when I told people that.
After dinner, I took Becky out to the dance floor for our first dance. "So, I couldn't help but notice, but I haven't seen many of your cheerleader friends around."
She nodded, "They're over there. But they're not really my friends. Not anymore, anyway."
"What happened?"
"Johnny happened. Some of them hated him, and didn't like me with him. Others liked him too much, and he cheated on me with them." She shook her head, saying, "I don't have anything in common with them anymore. I'm just going to go to college, and find new friends."
"Where are you going to college?" I asked.
"I'll be at State, with you," she declared, smiling. "Unless you're too busy to hang out with a lowly freshman like me."
I smiled back. "I'm sure I'll make time."
We contined to dance. "So, about yesterday," she started.
"Yeah," I said. "We can forget it happened, if you want."
She paused. "What if I don't want to forget?"
"Are you serious?" I asked, and she nodded. "I'd like to spend more time with you, when you're ready."
"I think I'm ready now," she told me. "I know, you probably think I need more time. But I'm over Johnny. And I really like you."
I looked into her eyes, and caught the sparkles of the lights in them. "I really like you too, Becky. I'm glad I got the opportunity to reconnect with you."
We held each other for the remainder of the song. As the next song started, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Can I cut in?" said Rachel.
"Yes," answered Becky. "I'll be getting a drink. Have fun!"
I took Rachel's hand and started dancing with her, watching Becky walk away. "What are you thinking about?" teased Rachel.
"You didn't tell me Becky was going to State," I said, deflecting the question.
"She told you that? Last I knew, she was still deciding between her top 2 schools," responded Rachel. "She must have made up her mind today."
"What was her other school?"
"Hamilton University, with me." Rae and I continued to sway. "She was offered a better scholarship at State, but she said she also wanted to stay with me. She must have found a reason to choose State." She said the last bit with a grin, directed at me.
"Hamilton and State are only an hour away from each other," I pointed out.
"Yes, but I think she'd want to go to school with her new boyfriend."
"I wouldn't use labels just yet."
"Yet? So it is a thing then."
I shook my head. "I don't know what it is. We'll see."
Becky came back. "Can we have a three-person dance?" she asked, and we made room for her. Now I had Becky on my right arm, Rachel on my left.
"This is nice," I told them. Becky sighed, and Rachel giggled. I continued, "I'm the luckiest guy here. Most guys have one date. I've got two, and they're both amazing."
"Aw shucks," laughed Rachel.
"We think you're pretty amazing too," said Becky.
--
All in all, it was a good evening. I shared several dances with both girls individually, and several more with them both. That is, if you can call my geeky arm-flailing dancing.
As things wound down, I found myself sitting at the table, recounting things with Freddy. He'd gotten a text from his brother Gary that he and Marcus had collected the video cameras from the outside of the building. They had seen the video of the fight, and were impressed that I refrained from throwing a punch. It would look good to the police if Johnny ever tried to claim I assaulted him.
Freddy soon got dragged away by his girlfriend, and I was sitting alone. I saw Rachel and Becky chatting away elsewhere, but decided to stay put. It didn't take long for them to make their way over to me.
"Hey," said Becky, "so, my mom is going to be out all night. I know we didn't discuss this before, but do you want to come back to my place?"
I looked at Rachel, hoping she'd give me a nod. Surprisingly, she gave me no signal at all. It seemed like she was waiting for me to make my own decision. I thought that was curious, since she was the one to set me up with Becky in the first place.
"Yes," I finally answered. "I would love to."
Becky's face was elated, but I thought I saw Rachel's mouth frown slightly. It could've been my imagination. But was she unhappy that I was going to Becky's house?
Since I drove, I had to drop off Rachel at our house. "Stay here, I'll be right back," I called to Becky, as I walked Rachel to the door. Once out of earshot, I whispered, "Something wrong, Rae?"
"Nope. Nothing," she said shortly.
"Rae."
She sighed. "I guess I didn't realize until now that I was setting myself up to be the third wheel." She gave a forced smile. "I'm happy for you. You deserve to be happy. And so does Becky."
"You're sure you're okay?"
She put her hand on my shoulder. "Yes. Now, I can't believe I'm saying this, but go have sex with my friend."
I gave her a funny look. "Yeah, that does sound really weird. But if you insist, I'll be off."
She waved as I went back to the car, back to Becky.
As I drove to Becky's house, I recalled what I'd noticed about Rachel. "She seemed a little put off. Seems weird since she set us up."
"I thought that too," replied Becky. "When I talked to her about it at the prom, she seemed a little miffed. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was jealous."
"Jealous because she didn't have a date?"
"Yes, that, but I think maybe it went further." She hesitated. "I think she might have a crush on you."
"A crush?" I said, dismissing it. "No. That'd be weird. She's my sister."
"Is it weird? I think you're attractive. Why shouldn't she?" she pointed out. "And you two aren't blood related. If your parents hadn't married, you'd be fair game for her."
"I guess that's true," I said. "Are you psychoanalyzing us?"
"Just a bit," she giggled. "That's going to be my major in school, psychology."
"Interesting."
"Good thing for me that your parents did get married, though. Otherwise, I might have to get protective." She started rubbing my knee, and I started getting wound up.
"You've nothing to worry about," I assured her. "You have my complete attention."
--
As soon as we got to her place, she took me to her room. Its powder blue walls were adorned with cheerleading posters, and her shelves held pictures of her in her uniform next to a few small trophies.
She closed her door, which wasn't necessary since her mom wasn't home, and closed the distance between us. "Kevin, you're what I've really want in a boyfriend. What I need. You're brave and protective, you're smart, and you're cute."
"I think you're amazing yourself," I told her, pulling her into my arms. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"I'm so sure," she whispered, then kissed me. It was wonderful. As wonderful as it had been yesterday, and more. I pulled her close to my body, and the contact made her give a slight moan into my mouth.
Somehow, I found the zipper of her dress with my fingers, and slowly inched it downwards. When it reached the bottom, she broke our kiss, stepping away, and she shrugged the dress off her shoulders. She hadn't been wearing a bra underneath, so I was instantly presented with her full, pert breasts, her perfect waist, and white lacy panties.
"You're so beautiful, Becky," I commented. I shrugged my tuxedo jacket off, and began unbuttoning my shirt. She picked up the dress and laid it over a chair, then sat on her bed, content to watch me undress. Once I was shirtless, she beckoned me over. I sat on the bed next to her, and our mouths met again. I wrapped my right arm around her back, and took one of her breasts in my left hand, cupping it gently, kneading it, rolling my fingers on her nipple.
Her right hand had found its way to my pants zipper. After she worked it open, she got her hand inside my boxers, and found my erection. I moaned in appreciation as she wrapped her fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. I reciprocated, sliding my hand down into her panties, and finding her wet lips inside. I rubbed up and down her slit, eliciting a 'mmm' noise from Becky.
I stood up then, dropping my pants and boxers to the floor, kicking them off my feet. I grabbed the sides of the white panties and slid them down her legs. She gave me a sexy smile and spread her legs for me, inviting me to her warm pink flower.
I was going to fuck her right away, but seeing her shaved pussy glistening in the light, I knew I had to taste it first. I knelt down, and kissed the inside of her left thigh, then her right, then left again and right again, moving closer and closer to my target each time. She was tensed up already, wanting me to stop teasing and get to the center sooner. I could feel her fingers in my hair, like she wanted to pull my face inwards, but she just couldn't quite get a good enough grip to do it.
I finally licked up her slit, bottom to top, tasting her delicious juices, and she gasped aloud, "Oh! Kevin!" She finally got a hold of my head, and pushed my head into her pussy. I didn't mind, I was going to do that anyway. I nuzzled and ate her, licking her delicate folds, driving her wild. Her juices flowed freely, and she vocalized her happiness with the occasional gasp.
Now, I was no sex genius, but I'd had enough experience in college to do a good job of it. So I decided to drive her over the edge. I slid a finger inside her, and attacked her clit with my tongue. It drove her wild, and it didn't take long until she squealed, "OH! CUMMING! OHHH!" I felt her tense up for a few seconds, then instantly fall backwards on the bed, breathing heavily. "Oh, oh I came so hard," she said, starting to giggle in her breathlessness.
But I wasn't done. I grabbed my dick and rubbed it against her wetness, preparing myself. "I want to fuck you now," was all I said, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, please fuck me," she replied. "I want you inside me."
I pushed in, and got about halfway inside right away. Then I pulled out a bit, and pushed more inside. She felt so good and warm around my dick. Out more, and in more, and repeat, building up a slow, steady rhythm. I watched Becky's face, and she watched mine. She continued to say, "fuck me," so I did. I gradually got a little faster, and a little deeper, until I suddenly bumped her cervix. It surprised me, but it really shocked her. "OH!" she almost yelled, her eyes very wide.
I stopped. "What's wrong?"
"You're all the way inside me, I've never felt that before," she said, then she realized we had stopped. "Don't stop!" she said, in a desperate, almost panicked tone.
"Okay!" I said, returning to my rhythm.
"Yes, fuck me!" she sighed, laying back, closing her eyes. I tried to fuck her deeply without slamming her cervix again; it took concentration, and that helped me last longer. I felt her get closer, and she was looking at me again. "I'm gonna cum for you, oh, oh..." she said. I picked up the pace, ready to drive her over the edge again, and I felt my climax on its way too.
"I'm gonna cum inside you," I managed to stutter out.
She nodded, saying "Cum in me, cum with me Kevin." Then she threw her head back, yelling "OHHH!" I felt her pussy clench around my dick, and it made me explode in her. I felt every spurt fill her up, and I stayed inside her for a while as both of us recovered from our mutual orgasm.
"Oh, Becky," I said, collapsing on the bed next to her.
"Oh, my god," she replied.
"Not God, just Kevin," I said, and it made her laugh.
"No one's ever made me cum that hard before."
"No one ever? Not Johnny?"
She laughed again. "No way. He was in it for himself. Come to think of it, I don't think he ever ate me out."
"He doesn't know what he missed. You taste wonderful," I teased. I let my hand slide down her abdomen, back to her slit.
She batted my hand away playfully. "No more, I need to rest." She curled up on my arm, resting her head on my chest. "Thank you," she said, "For everything. For the prom, for taking care of Johnny, for everything."
"You're welcome. You deserve it," I told her. I stroked her hair as she settled down into me. "You deserve it.""Wake up, my mom's home!" Becky shook me awake. It was morning, based on the light from the window.
"Shit," I said, keeping my voice down, "you didn't tell her I was coming over, did you?"
"No, I didn't," she whispered to me. "She'll probably be coming up here to ask about last night." I was just sliding on my pants when we heard footsteps on the stairs. "Get under the bed," she hissed.
I grabbed the rest of my tuxedo, and had just slid out of site when Becky's mom knocked on the door, then opened it. Becky was lying in bed, hiding her nudity under her sheets. "Good morning, dear," I heard from her mom.
"Hi Mom," she said.
"So how was prom?"
Becky tried to play it cool. "It was fine. I had a great time with Kevin and with Rae."
"Really? I heard there was some commotion last night at the school."
"You did? What did you hear?" Becky asked. I was also wondering what word had spread to the parents. If Becky's mom had heard, my parents probably had too.
"Well, I heard Johnny got arrested." Becky's mom sat on the bed. Her ankles were near my face. I tried not to breathe on them. "Did Johnny and Kevin fight?"
"Well, there was a fight, but it was over really quick," Becky said. I looked down at the bruise on my abdomen. The fight wasn't quick enough, I thought. Becky continued, "Rae pepper sprayed Johnny before anything big went down."
Becky's mom was wise to the situation. "So the police just happened to be there?"
"Yeah, the police were there. Just lucky, huh?"
A pause. Becky's mom knew more than she was letting on, but Becky wasn't confirming anything. "Okay. Well. If you feel like telling me more about it, I'll be downstairs."
"Okay Mom."
I watched the mom's legs move towards the door. "Okay Rebecca," she said, and just before she left, closing the door behind her, called out, "By the way, Kevin, I know you're here. Your car's still outside."
I froze. She had known I was there the whole time. As the door clicked shut, Becky couldn't help but laugh out loud. I climbed out from under the bed, irritated at first, but then I joined her.
"Come here," she held out her arms to me. I came in close and kissed her. Then I saw the clock. "10:00? I gotta get home!"
I went to throw on my shirt, then looked back at Becky. She looked sad. I wondered if she felt like I was leaving her, like she'd been a one-night stand. I leaned in and kissed her again. "I'll call you later, Rebecca," I said, using her proper name as her mom had.
She laughed, and told me, "You better call. And don't call me Rebecca."
"Bye, Becky. Thanks for the great night."
"Thank you. See you later, Kevin."
--
When I got home, my parents were in the living room, waiting for me. Rachel was sitting on the couch, still in her pajamas, head down. Dad and my step-mom (who I just called Mom) looked angry. I could tell from their postures that Rachel had just been grilled about yesterday's conflict, and I was walking into the fire myself.
I looked at Rachel, and instantly felt bad. She'd done everything right yesterday. I deserved to get yelled at, not her, but I hadn't been home. Rachel looked like she'd taken the hit for me.
"Sit down, son," said my dad. "Rachel, you can go." Rachel didn't waste time, and bolted up the stairs, without saying a word or making eye contact.
I moved towards the couch, but before I sat down, I asked them, "Did you yell at her?"
Mom answered, "She pepper sprayed a boy at school, so yes, we did. She's grounded."
I spoke calmly, trying not to lose my temper at them. "She did everything right yesterday. She deserves praise, not punishment."
"Are you implying it's okay to hurt people at the prom?" asked Mom.
"Did she tell you why she did it?"
"No, she wouldn't say, just that he's Becky's ex."
I raised my voice. "Becky's ex, who cheated on her, and abused her. That's why she broke up with him. Then he made threats online to any guy who would take her to prom in his place." I paused to take a breath. "Did she tell you they arrested him?"
"We heard that already, but no one knows why," said Dad. "Does Rachel know? Do you?"
"Rachel knows some of it, but I know everything," I told them. I revealed most of what I knew: how I had hacked Johnny's computer, how I had found the sex videos and turned them over to the police, how I had threatened Ramon and his mother to get them to run away, how I had set up T-Dog with drugs in his car, how I had recorded everything at the school to show that Johnny attacked me and I didn't throw a punch.
To their credit, my parents were silent as I laid everything out for them. I don't think they knew I was that good a hacker, or that I was clever and connected enough to put all of that plot together. I didn't mention Marcus, or Gary, or Freddy, as I didn't want them implicated.
"In the end," I told them, "Rachel was the hero. She saved me from a vicious beatdown. It wouldn't have been necessary at all if the cops had been at the school at 6:00 like they promised they'd be." Then I went back on the offense. "And for her trouble, you both yelled at her and grounded her." I realized I had started yelling at my parents, but I couldn't stop. "How dare you. You don't even measure up to her level. She's the best person I know, and you made her feel like shit. How dare you." I stood up, facing them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed and go to the police station, so I can turn myself in."
I stormed up the stairs and quickly showered and changed clothes. When I emerged from my bedroom, to my surprise, I found Rachel standing in the hall, her cheeks wet with tears. She lept into my arms, hugging me fiercely, without letting go. "Kevin, I can't believe you said all that. You defended me. I love you."
"I love you too, Rae." I meant it.
"No," she whispered into my ear. "I love you. I've loved you for a while. More than a brother. I wish you weren't my brother. You're the best guy I know."
Becky's suspicions had been right on. But what I didn't realize last night, and what I was starting to realize this morning, was that I felt the same way. "Rachel, I love you too. More than a sister," I whispered to her. "You're so amazing, I don't deserve a girl like you."
She sobbed into my shoulder. "Do you really have to turn yourself in to the police?"
"Yes," I admitted. "I'm hoping they take it easy on me."
"I want to go with you."
"No," I said. "You stay here. I'll be back. I'll let you know what happens. I promise." Then I kissed her, just for a second, and left without looking back.
--
At 12:50, I walked into the police station, and found Detective Wilson near the front desk with another man.
"Ah, here he is," he said. "Kevin, this is Mr. Sanders, John Monroe's attorney."
The attorney offered his hand. I didn't shake it. "Detective, I'm ready to talk."
"I'm ready to listen," he said. The three of us headed into a conference room.
I waited for one of them to start talking. Neither did. They looked at me. So I started from the beginning. "Five days ago, I hacked Johnny Monroe's computer. I was looking for leverage to get him to leave his ex-girlfriend, Rebecca George, alone. What I didn't expect was to find several video files, taken from a webcam in his bedroom, of him having sex with Rebecca and a few other girls. I found out later that at least one of those girls was 16 at the time. Rebecca didn't know about the camera at all, and I'm willing to bet none of the others knew either. Their parents probably won't be very happy when they find out."
"So you admit to illegally obtaining data from Mr. Monroe's computer?" asked the attorney.
"Yes. I also found that he distributed those same video files to the computers of his friends."
The attorney turned to the detective. "You see, you can't hold my client based on evidence that was obtained illegally."
"Yes I can, but not for long," answered the detective. "Kevin, I'm going to need more evidence to hold him longer."
I slid another flashdrive across the table. "That's video of the fight yesterday. Johnny came at me while I protected Rebecca and my sister Rachel. He had brass knuckles, which I avoided, but he punched me twice in the stomach." I lifted my T-shirt, showing the bruise. "Then my sister got him to stop by using pepper spray." I looked at the detective. "None of that would have happened if you'd been there on time, by the way."
He looked cross for a second, but then relaxed. "My apologies. Anything else?"
"No."
The door opened behind me. "Detective Wilson?" I turned around to see Becky. Rachel was in the hall behind her. "I have something to add."
The detective ushered them both inside. Becky sat there and explained how Johnny had forced her into anal sex the last time she'd been at his house, hurting her, and that the last video was proof. The detective agreed that it was assault, which made the attorney frown. I could tell Johnny's parents had hired him to get their son out of jail quickly, and he was realizing that wasn't going to happen.
When Becky had finished, the detective turned to me. "Now what do we do with you?" He stood up and started to pace. "You did break the law, but you did it for a noble cause." He paced more, then turned to look at me. "Petty theft. Pay a fine of $100 at the window."
The attorney was fuming. "You can't be serious."
Wilson shrugged. "Feel free to bring civil charges if your clients aren't satisfied." The attorney stormed out.
Detective Wilson watched him go, then reached for his wallet. "Here, kid." He handed me a $100 bill.
I was shocked. "You're paying my fine?"
He patted me on the shoulder. "I've got daughters of my own. I would have done so much worse to any guy who would hurt them." Then he turned to leave. "Good afternoon, ladies. And you," he pointed at me, "stay out of trouble."
"Yes sir."
When he was gone, I was left alone with the girls. I spoke first. "Becky, I didn't think you'd come. You said you didn't want to tell anyone."
"I know. But that was before Rae came and got me," Becky said. "Why didn't you tell me you were turning yourself into the police?"
"I didn't want to ruin your prom night. I also didn't really know what to expect when I came in here."
She hugged me close. "Promise me you'll tell me from now on, if you're in trouble. Do you realize how sick I would've been, if you'd gone to prison? Without telling me?"
I hugged her back. "I promise." At this point, I broke down and cried a little myself. It was understandable, looking back on it - I had just had the most stressful, most memorable week of my life. I had been bottling everything up, and could just now finally relax.
Rachel came over and hugged the both of us. "I'm proud of you, big brother. And I'm proud of you, Becky, for coming forward with your story."
--
We left the police station and went to a local burger joint. In my escape from Becky's house, I had missed breakfast, and in my haste to turn myself in, I had skipped lunch too. By now it was past 2:00 and I was starving and exhausted. The girls were eager to treat me to lunch as their thanks. As I chowed down on a well-deserved feast, they told me what had happened in the last couple hours.
When I'd stormed out on my parents, they went to Rachel and apologized, and officially un-grounded her. They had mostly been mad at her because she refused to tell them what happened, since I had told everyone involved to keep it a secret. After I told them everything, they praised Rachel's actions in a dangerous situation. They had already promised to buy her a decent used car for a graduation gift, but now they were increasing the budget to get something nicer and/or newer, and they promised to lend them one of their cars anytime she wanted until they bought it.
After I'd left my house, leaving Rachel in tears about my potential arrest, she immediately drove to Becky's house and confronted her. Becky had still been hesitant to talk about her assault, but was able to open up after hearing from Rachel that I might go to jail for helping her. The two of them sped to the police station to help me out. I was glad they showed up when they did.
They had also discussed me, and had both been honest with each other about their feelings. Becky was going to attend State college in the fall, and was hoping to pursue a relationship with me. Rachel had fallen in love with me too, which we all knew would be generally frowned upon, but somehow Becky didn't find it weird at all. Rachel was still going to Hamilton in the fall, however, as they had great programs for what she wanted, and they'd offered her a much better scholarship. But she planned on visiting us at State every chance she got, and hoped we'd do the same.
I was wondering if this was going to put these two friends at odds with each other, but oddly enough, they respected each others' feelings. I also expected for them to demand I make a choice between them immediately, but they didn't. I was waiting for some kind of bad news, and it never came, so I bravely asked them, "So where does this leave us?"
They exchanged a look. Rachel started, "Well..." then stopped.
Becky took over. "Kevin, I really like you, and I think you really like me. But I think you're in love with Rachel. Aren't you?"
I couldn't say no. "Yes."
She continued. "And Rachel is in love with you. So we've come up with a unique solution."
I waited. Neither of them spoke. "What's the solution?"
Rachel said, "We think you should date both of us. For the summer, anyway."
I was confused, "I'll date both of you? How does that work?"
Rachel explained, "Officially, you'll be dating Becky, since we're still step-siblings. But unofficially, you'll be dating me."
I was still unclear. "So we'll be going on three-person dates?" They nodded, so I continued. "And... other stuff?"
They looked at each other. Becky took the lead on that question. "We'll have to figure out the details, but Rachel said she's okay with you and I having some... benefits. As long as you're taking care of her."
Rachel was beet red, not making eye contact. I was stunned, but I took my sister's hand. "Rachel, I love you. I would love to date you."
Rachel looked into my eyes. "I love you too."
There was a quiet moment at our table, until Becky burst out giggling. "Rae wants her brother's cock inside her!" she whispered.
"SHHH!" Rachel scolded her. "Shut up! Let's try not to tell the whole world. Geez."
--
I drove Becky home, kissing her goodbye, and promising to call later. I saw her mom wave from the window, and I waved back, playing the part of the official boyfriend.
When I got home, my parents were waiting for me, as Rachel had arrived first. I told them about the police station, and they hugged me, saying they were proud of me. I apologized for yelling at them, and they easily forgave me. I think if I'd been younger, they might have tried to ground me, but that's kind of hard to do to a 20-year-old. I told them I was glad they apologized to Rachel and that she wouldn't be punished.
Sunday nights were their regular night out with their friends. Normally, that meant pizza and movies for Rachel and I. Our parents offered to skip it and stay home with us, but Rachel and I convinced them to go.
After they were gone, we did order pizza. We tried to sit on the couch together, watching a movie we'd both seen several times. But the tension was so strong, that we ran straight for my bedroom. By the time we'd gotten upstairs, both of us had removed our shirts and discarded them on the floor of the hallway. I pulled her in close, into our first full lovers' kiss. I managed to unclasp her bra, and she stripped it away, revealing her small but lovely breasts to me for the first time. We undid our own pants, and soon only underwear separated our bodies as we contined to passionately kiss.
I was going to push her on the bed and give a repeat performance from last night, but she beat me to it. She broke the kiss first, stripped off her little blue panties, and laid on the bed. "Becky told me you're an expert. Come show me," she said, beckoning with her fingers.
I wasn't going to say no to that invitation. I teased her by kissing her abdomen first, kissing around her perfect navel, making a soft caressing trail downwards to her wet pussy. Becky had been completely shaved, but Rachel had a trimmed herself a small landing strip, pointing the way to her most sacred place.
I licked her slit. She tasted different from Becky, but just as good. I nuzzled and licked her as she squealed in delight, "Yes! Yes! Oh my god YES!" She came a bit more quickly than Becky had, which I chalked up to her inexperience.
Just before I could put my dick inside my sister, the doorbell rang. We had forgotten about the pizza. I kissed Rachel quickly, then threw on a robe and dashed down the stairs.
When I threw open the door, the pizza guy squinted at me at first, then exclaimed, "Yo! You're that guy that fought Johnny Monroe! You're my hero, dude."
"Thanks, dude," I told him, imitating him a bit. "Keep the change." I tossed the money at him, grabbing the pizza, and closing the door. I left the pizza on the table and ran back upstairs.
Rachel had turned over onto her stomach. "Come fuck me, big brother," she sang, showing me her pussy lips, framed by her cute little ass. My dick had deflated a bit during my pizza run, but this vision of loveliness on my bed was bringing it right back to full hardness.
"I'm gonna, little sister. It might hurt a bit," I told her, remembering she was still a virgin.
"It's okay," she said. "Just be gentle."
I placed my dick at her entrance, rubbing it up and down a little, getting everything wet and ready. Then I pushed very slowly. I heard her say "Oh!" as I popped just the head inside.
"Okay?"
"Yes, keep going!" she commanded. So I pushed in further and further. I found no barrier as I continued, she'd tell me later that she'd broken her hymen years ago with a toy. I pulled back a bit, then pushed forward more, gripping her hips. She was wet, but so tight.
"Fuck me, Kevin, fuck your sister," she said, and I started building up my rhythm. It was slow going at first, but as she relaxed, her pussy began to loosen a bit and I was able to give her more motion with each thrust. She started making small moans with each inward thrust, and I found that the deeper I went, the louder the moaning got. Soon the moans turned into words: "Oh, fuck, oh, oh, fuck, yes!"
I picked up the pace, intent on making her cum again. But her tight pussy and her small cooing words were driving me crazy, so I had to control myself. "Can I come in you?" I asked, keeping the rhythm going.
"Yes! Come in me," she said, "Come in me like you did Becky."
I fucked her faster and harder, and in the end I made her climax just before I did. When I pulled out, I watched for a second as my jizz oozed from her magnificent pussy lips.
Then I lay down on the bed, collecting myself. She laid on top of me, peppering my face with kisses. "That was incredible," she said, "I love you, big brother."
"I love you little sister." We laid for a moment. Then I remembered the food downstairs. "Want some cold pizza?"
She laughed, "Yes, definitely. And then maybe another round before Mom and Dad get home?"
"Sounds like a plan," I said, giving her another deep, loving kiss.
--
The next morning, I woke up alone. Last night, we'd gorged ourselves on pizza. All the while, Rae was giggling that she was leaking my semen onto her chair. Then, with our calories built up again, we returned to my room for a very quick fuck before our parents got home. Rae and I agreed it was best to keep our new relationship hidden from our parents.
It was 9:00, so Rachel was already in school. But I found two text messages on my phone. One from Rachel at 8:03, with just a kissy face emoji. The other from 8:11 from Becky, wishing me a good morning. I was still kinda finding this double-girlfriend thing weird, but I texted both back with a happy face, wishing them both a good day at school. They had only a few days left before finals, then graduation.