A Shift in Perspective

Lena's entire face felt like it was on fire as she slammed the door to her dark room. Blood was pounding her ears and it was all she could do to keep hot tears from streaming down her face.

Why did he have to be so calm about all this? If Alan had shown guilt or shame or anything really, this would be easier. Instead, she was left dealing with this social brick fall of nonplussness that didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with anything that was happening and making her feel crazy for caring!

She launched herself at her bed and pushed her face into the pillows. Not to mention he just had to act like the good guy, trying to be considerate and not even understanding how this could be affecting her. Lena knew that wasn’t entirely fair, as far as Alan knew Lena was just upset that he had slept with her best friend while knowing she was in a relationship. Maybe he would be more sensitive to all this if Alan had known the feelings she had been nursing for Beth for the last few years.

Lena was pretty sure she wasn’t a Lesbian, or at least that it wouldn't be the most accurate word to describe her sexuality. She had dated guys before and been happy, but infrequently and usually with mild to little sexual interest. In college, she had learned about the idea of Demisexuality, where you only become sexually aroused by those you have a close emotional connection, and suddenly a lot of gaps in her romantic experience suddenly made sense to her.

She rarely initiated relationships and really never felt interested in advancing them unless their partner had been interesting to her. This made fleeting fancies she had had with close friends make sense to her. It had also explained why she increasingly had grown attracted to Beth during their college days.

Bethany Lee was like a storm that caught you up in her wake, and that storm had latched itself onto Lena and carried her everywhere in their schooling days. They had been so close, and even closer after they started to room together and began having very little secrets from each other.

Lena closed her eyes and groaned, her hand clutching at her breast as a hot pain coursed through her chest. She had never doubted that if she had told Bethany, that beth would be kind, but she also was terrified of the rejection and the ruining of the friendship they had built up and…and. Now her brother was sleeping with her.

A random guy coming and going, she could deal with that. They might be around for a while but Lena would still be there when they were long gone…but Alan. She couldn’t hate Alan…She couldn’t wish him gone. And it was killing her, this jealousy and feeling of betrayal inside her.

She stopped her crying and lay in bed, scrolling through her phone for a while, sulking and sitting in her misery. That was when she heard Alan call out and heard the door shut behind him.

Tentatively, she cracked the door to her room open and peered out into the apartment. Seeing for sure that her brother was gone she came out and saw the covered dish of french toast he had left for her.

“I’m such a brat…” she muttered to herself, pinching off a piece and taking a bite. It was sweet, a little tough. Alan had probably overcooked it, he had since they were kids. She groaned and tossed her head into her hands before flopping onto the couch.

In her current mindset, this was likely the worst thing Lena could have done. As her nose closed in on the cushions she smelled the distant smell of sex. It had been only a few hours since Alan and Beth had fucked her on the couch after all.

It had woken Lena up from her sleep. They had been so loud, so…aggressive. She remembered Beth calling out and she slid her hand into her pajamas and caressed her pussy, finding she was already wet.

“This is so fucked…” She muttered as he curled up on the couch, she pressed a pillow against her nose as he began to finger her pussy. She sped up as she imagined it. Last night all she had was sound but now in her mind's eye she saw Beth riding her brother. Their skin slapping together, Beth’s naked body being tossed around like a plaything as her brother screwed her.

“Beth…fuck…take it” she whispered to herself, circling her clit She felt herself approaching release as she pictured her brother folding Beth over, and pressing himself into Beth, up to the hilt. “Fuck..!” She cursed her fingers increasing in speed and spasms taking her body as she orgasmed to the scenery in her head.

Lena lay there, and as the wave of post-orgasm hormones flooded her body, began to cry into the couch cushion.

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