A Waiting Game

In the time between this chapter and the last, Amethyst Shore hit 100 favorites! I’m really thankful to all hundred of you that have favorited this story, and I hope you all continue to enjoy the story. I have a lot of really fun stuff planned, and I can’t wait to get to it.

I’d also like to extend a huge thank you to my fellow writers in the ‘Spectrumverse’, as we call it: Duskford, JohnLocke4, UF, and Gray Gremlin. In addition to their stories being incredibly inspiring, they’ve also been a big help with planning and bouncing ideas off of since well before this story’s creation. If you haven’t checked out their stories, I’d recommend you do so, as they’re in a similar vein to Amethyst Shore.

Some of you may know that this is the second version of Amethyst Shore to be on CHYOA, and this version has already far exceeded the length of the first, failed version. The first version is still up if you want to take a look at what the first draft of the story was.

Lastly, if you’ve bothered to read through this entire, probably overly lengthy spiel, I’d like for you to leave a comment with your favorite Amethyst Shore girl, and maybe even detail some things about her you like? Favorites and view counts are going up, but comment numbers just aren’t. I don’t write to get comments, but it sure would be helpful to know what people are enjoying about the story so I can steer the story towards more of it. I’m also always open to suggestions about the future of the story. No promises, of course, but I’m always happy to discuss things in comments or in direct messages. CHYOA is a community, which I like. If I wasn’t looking for some kind of direct reader interaction, I’d probably just publish a book or something.

Now, I’ve talked long enough. Enjoy the story!

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The last bell rang and nearly the entire school seemed to be bouncing off the walls with the news of Skylar Wayne’s huge house party celebrating the first finished week of her senior year.

Not the entire school had been invited, but a huge swath of the legal teenaged students had been invited. The freshmen and the sophomores lamented greatly their loss, to never get to see a Skylar Wayne party. Some could be found begging an upperclassman to smuggle them in, but no one was dumb enough to break one of Skylar’s rules, she… well, she had been known in the past to come up with some rather humiliating forms of payback.

She wasn’t a particularly spiteful girl, but if you crossed her, you were fucked.

The students above 18 who weren’t invited were clambering to get added as someone’s guest, with great success, generally speaking. Even the people who Skylar wouldn’t even recognize, much less be able to name, made it onto the guest list thanks to her generous ‘bring anyone you want’ policy.

Anastasia Prescott wasn’t invited, yet even Skylar’s nemesis could be found securing someone to get her into the party, though she looked very disgruntled to be doing it.

This party felt like it was going to be one for the history books. And though none of the teens knew it, they were 100% correct. Skylar Wayne’s first week of senior year party was the backdrop of the biggest scandal Amethyst Shore had had in years, and everyone would be talking about it for years to come.

As for Skylar, well, after the last bell rang, the sexy blonde heiress to Wayne Incorporated found herself driving home in her convertible sports car, blonde hair whipping in the wind, her pretty green eyes covered by designer sunglasses. Several men in their cars turned to watch her go by, to the jealousy of their wives or girlfriends if they were with them.

Skylar Wayne was a vision of beauty, and said beauty attracted many a men, and had for years. Skylar didn’t have concrete proof of this, but there was something of a celebration the day she turned 18 a few months back.

Skylar drove towards the outskirts of town, up the low hills that rose up to the north side of town, and up into the richest part of Amethyst Shore. Off on its’ own hill was the Amaranthine Hotel, a luxury hotel that catered to prestigious clientele like rich business associates of Skylar’s mother, Sophia.

Sophia had been born in a relatively poor family, but she did have the same beauty as her daughter would one day have, and she captured the attentions of Jonathan Wayne, a rich businessman’s son with a history of scandalous encounters and torrid affairs. Jonathan’s mother weeped over some of the things he got caught doing, though Jonathan’s father, who was much the same back in his heyday, found it hilarious.

Jonathan and Sophia wedded, and a short time later, Sophia fell pregnant. She had twins, Skylar and Samuel, and for a few years, the Waynes were happy. But when the twins were 6, disaster struck, and Jonathan Wayne died in a car wreck, leaving a grieving widow to inherit his family’s company.

In association with Jonathan’s brother, Sophia took over the company, and in all honesty, she ran it far better than Jonathan ever did. It did consume a good amount of her life though, and the Wayne twins were raised largely by a nanny.

Skylar grew up to be a whole lot like her father, always getting into some trouble or another while having a great time doing it, not to mention a similar level of sexual legends about them. Sam was far from reserved, but compared to Skylar, he just didn’t stack up. Both Wayne twins are popular in their high school, but Sam isn’t revered like his sister is and his father was.

Skylar parked her car in the spacious garage, next to her two other cars. She had her convertible sports car, which was green, and she adored it. She named it Blade because it was green, like a blade of grass, and she doted on that thing. Most people wouldn’t look at spoiled rich girl Skylar Wayne and think she was a car girl, but she was. Skylar did all her own car maintenance, and enjoyed doing it. She kept Blade and her other two cars (a slick white car that was more formal, and then a heavy duty Jeep for less extravagant adventures)

Skylar hopped out of Blade and headed into the lavish estate house the Wayne family owned, striding through it like it wasn’t anything special (as to her, it kind of wasn’t), and then she headed up the grand staircase to her bedroom. Skylar tossed her backpack into her desk chair, and pulled out her phone.

She groaned at the number of texts she had from complete randos trying to get into her party tonight.

“Boring, boring, boring.” Skylar muttered, scrolling through each text, then she landed on one from a name she barely recognized.

“I’ll eat you out for an invite.” the text promised.

Skylar laughed.

“Alright, bud, points for creativity.” Skylar said to herself, and replied to him with a text invite and a polite declination of him sticking his face between her thighs.

Skylar then turned on her high-end stereo, closing her door and cranking up the music. The rooms in Wayne Estate were all soundproofed, which Skylar had utilized for multiple reasons over the years.

Hips swaying to the loud music and thumping bass, Skylar stripped off her cheer uniform and spun around in a circle for a minute to the music, shaking her ass for no one in particular. If any pervert ever managed to sneak a camera into Skylar Wayne’s bedroom, they would get torturous shows like this one on the daily. Stripping while dancing and blaring music was a weird part of Skylar’s routine that she’d never quite intentionally started doing, it just kind of happened one day.

Usually she slipped into some more comfortable clothing than what she wore to school, but tonight, she had a party to throw.

Dressed in just some expensive aqua lacy lingerie, Skylar hummed along with the rap song she had cranked up as she threw open the double doors to her walk in closet and strolled inside, with a sway to her hips in time with the beat.

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Aiden Blackson felt like ripping his best friends apart, to be quite honest. He hadn’t been invited to the impromptu pool party that got thrown at the pool in the compound where both his best friends lived, and instead of getting an invite, Aiden had received pictures! Pictures of his two best friends cuddling up with Amy!

It wasn’t like the boys didn’t know about Aiden’s twisted, perverted feelings for Amy, as they all three had those feelings for their own big sisters, along with each others’ sisters.

A big fantasy the three boys had discussed, well, other than the ultimate dream of Amy, Celeste, Brooklyn, Octavia, and Olivia all servicing them together, was the three boys stuffing all three of their sister’s holes, one sister at a time.

Aiden and Owen had two sisters each, a fact Jayden was jealous of, which meant instead of just three girls, there could be five in these twisted fantasies.

The three boys were twisted bastards, for sure. But before Tuesday night, they’d had some kind of solidarity, mutual understanding. Then Jayden and Owen had been hanging out with Amy without him. Getting to see her in her sexy bikini. Getting to see water stream down her sexy, lush body. Getting to see Amy bite her lip as she slowly untied her bikini top and let it fall, unveiling those gorgeous, fat, and pale tits- well, they actually hadn’t gotten to see that. But in Aiden’s FOMO-riddled brain, they may as well have!

Now, Aiden had kind of drawn away from them a bit, which had the unexpected side effect of spending more time with Amy. Ironic that hanging out with his friends to lust over his sister (and their sisters) would take time with his sister away from Aiden.

“Hey.” Amy bumped her shoulder against Aiden’s arm, and he glanced over at his sister, who gave him a ridiculously sweet smile.

“Hey.” Aiden asked, blinking. He hadn’t seen her approaching as he walked towards the bus.

“Forget the bus today, Aid, you are coming with me.” Amy ordered.

“You don’t have tutoring instruction with Mr. Calhoun today?” Aiden wondered. Amy shook her head.

“Nope, I’m headed over to Jace’s house to get ready before the party.” Amy explained.

“Wouldn’t it be better for you to be at your own house?” Aiden squinted in confusion.

“Dana invited me to get ready with her.” Amy explained, “Me, her, Brooklyn, and this other cheerleader friend of theirs, Ruby, are all getting ready together at the Holland house.”

“Are you gonna borrow some of Dana’s clothes?” Aiden asked, already fantasizing of his sister’s big fat tits trying to fit into something petite little Dana Holland wore, but Amy popped a bubble in that before it got rolling.

“I’ll probably wear one of Daisy’s or Brooklyn’s shirts. Dana’s, er… would be a little small on me.” Amy explained. Aiden nodded and tried not to look disappointed.

“C’mon, if we hurry up, we might be able to catch the Winchesters before they reach their bus.” Amy said, and she started moving swifter. God, Aiden loved it when Amy moved quickly.

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Jace was leaning against the hood of his old muscle car when three sexy girls in cheerleading costumes came towards the car.

Jace enjoyed seeing Dana and Brooklyn in their new purple V neck crop tops. Just like with Skylar and Ana’s, white letters said VR SIRENS across the cheerleaders’ breasts, with VR on the girl’s right tit, and SIRENS on their left. Brooklyn’s very large breasts in particular looked great in the top, and the bared cleavage was especially noticeable when it came to her. Not even mentioning their short little purple skirts.

Jace wolf-whistled before giving the girls a playful grin, and Dana and Ruby laughed, while Brooklyn gave a nervous kinda giggle. Jace felt bad, he hadn’t meant to make her nervous with his joke.

Ruby adopted a southern belle accent and gave Jace a playful smile.

“You don’t mind if I take your charming blonde friend to the backseat of your car, do you, sugar?” Ruby asked cheerfully.

“Not hardly, madam.” Jace adopted the same accent which made Ruby’s playful smile widen, “I’ve got myself a beautiful girl to accompany me up front, too.”

Brooklyn blushed adorably, and she gave Jace a sweet, warm smile as she opened his passenger seat door and climbed inside.

Dana and Ruby piled in the back and Jace pushed up off the hood to move around and slide into the driver’s seat.

The front and back rows were both leather benches, and when Jace glanced over his shoulder, he saw that Ruby had pulled Dana close and his sister was laughing at how Ruby had slid her arm around her.

“Wanna copy them?” Jace joked to Brooklyn, who laughed softly.

“No, I’m OK, thanks.” she said adorably, and pulled out the sunglasses Jace had bought her, and set them on her nose.

Jace grinned and turned on the car.

“No Jayden this afternoon?” Jace queried as he navigated out of the parking lot and out onto the road proper.

“Nope. He stayed with Owen, said he’d get a ride over to the compound with Owen and Olivia.” Brooklyn shrugged. Jace glanced at Brooklyn a bit more than strictly necessary as they talked, trying not to overtly ogle her very large bust in that skimpy cheer top, but he was thankful for his sunglasses obscuring his eyes’ focus.

“Excited for the party?” Jace wondered.

“I’m not much of a partier. I mean, I don’t even drink.” Brooklyn flushed.

“I didn’t realize drinking was required to go to a party, you don’t wanna drink Brook, don’t drink. It might be fun in the moment but it’s pretty shitty afterwards.” Jace admitted.

“I’ve held Dana’s hair back while she, er, gets sick.” Brooklyn agreed knowingly.

“Exactly.” Jace nodded, “Party how you want.”

“There’s not slow dancing at these things, is there?” Brooklyn worried.

Jace laughed.

“It’s not a school dance, Brook. No, there won’t be slow dancing, not unless Skylar has really changed up her partying style since last time.” Jace said amusedly.

Brooklyn laughed at that, and they settled into a companionable silence.