Cyclone Evans

Amber Evans was the last person that either Ashley or Brandon expected to walk in through the door of the cabin. The boys, Gavin and Trent, who followed her in, there was no surprise there, except that they were with Amber. But neither could fathom a reason that the blonde haired cheerleader would be there, or alone. She was well known to both of them, being Ashley’s teammate and regularly cheering on Brandon’s games, but could rarely be seen with Tanya, or following Sharon down the halls. Yet, there she stood in the entrance to the cabin, uninvited, unaccompanied and completely unchecked.

Taking only a second to survey her surroundings, she bounded over to Ashley and grabbed the cheerleader in a tight hug. “Oh god, Ashley, am I glad to see you. How have you survived with these losers that Heather invited?”

Trent chose not to mention that several minutes ago, Amber had been badmouthing Ashley, and claiming that Ashley, along with Heather, were plotting to exclude her from hooking up with the hottest guys, whoever they were.

“Amber, not to be rude, but what are you doing here?” Ashley asked, reluctantly returning the hug.

She ignored Ashley question, just as Ashley had ignored hers, and threw herself at Brandon, latching onto him with her arms around his neck, and pressing her whole body as tight as she could against his, so he could feel every inch of her curvy, warm, teenage body pushed up against him. Wrapping his own arms around her waist, he hugged her back, a little more enthusiastically than Ashley had, though he quickly released her when he saw the dirty look his ex-girlfriend was firing in his direction.

“Mmm, I’m glad to see you as well, Brandon. Looking as good as ever, I gotta say.” Amber said, parting slightly but keeping her arms resting on his shoulders as she pushed their groins together. Brandon wasn’t reciprocating, his hands on her hips, but he wasn’t pushing her away either. “Are you happy to see me too?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Brandon replied though he was actually rather indifferent. Amber had always been friendly to him but he knew it was just because he was the star quarterback and therefore represented another rung on the social ladder. If she could bag him, she might even supersede Sharon in notoriety. “But it is unexpected.”

“Does it matter?” she huffed. “I’m here now.”

“She misread Heather’s text and came for the party that Heather postponed until tomorrow,” Gavin said, taking some pleasure in detailing the bitchy cheerleader’s mistake.

“I didn’t misread it,” Amber protested, puffing out her cheeks. “Heather just worded it badly.”

Gavin considered that a victory. It was the first time she’d admitted there was any kind of mistake, even if she had passed the buck.

“So, like, where’s Heather?” Amber continued, sweeping over the discussion of her miscalculation, and looking down both hallways.

“She’s not here. She’s helping her dad with their company,” Ashley explained, folding her arms and glaring at the other blonde hanging off her ex-boyfriend. Amber had noticed though, Ashley had seen her look over, but even knowing that it was pissing her off didn’t seem to bother her teammate. Of course, Ashley was annoyed because she was keeping Brandon from meeting up with Madison, but Amber didn’t know that. “That’s why the party was postponed.”

“Well, she should have made that clearer,” Amber said, cozying up closer to Brandon, milking Ashley’s ire for all it was worth.

In from the kitchen, Victoria and Kendra entered, curious about the argumentative discussion coming from the living area. Kendra arched an eyebrow at the new girl, recognizing her from her time around school, though when she had been a senior two years ago, Amber was a sophomore and completely outside her social circle. A social circle that was non-existent. With Shawn graduating the year before her, Kendra’s last year of school had been spent moping about, depressed and anxious, like an addict awaiting their next fix. By that point she had alienated all of her old friends, so she bothered with no one and no one bothered with her.

Victoria was well acquainted with the blonde cheerleader, though they’d never been friendly. Amber treated her with a **** civility, probably because she was Ashley’s friend, and probably because they never interacted without Ashley around. But it was clear to Victoria’s intellectual scrutiny that Amber thought she was better than the girl who wrote for the school paper and got straight A’s. Grades meant nothing to a girl like her. It was all about who you were and who you knew, and the only reason Victoria was relevant was because she knew Ashley.

But the sight of her did bring back one important memory of just a few nights ago, sitting by the hot tub, expanding Trent’s imagination.

“Oh, no,” Victoria said, locking eyes with Trent.

“What’s wrong?” Kendra asked, looking sideways at the blonde. “Who is this chick?”

“Who am I? Who the fuck are you?” Amber shot back angrily, finally parting from Brandon to stand, hands on her tips, body leaning at Kendra.

Kendra just laughed. Though the cheerleader was trying to be threatening, after years of putting up with Shawn, nothing about Amber was even remotely intimidating to the twenty year old.

“Chill, Am,” Ashley fanned down Amber’s anger. “Kendra went to Azure Rocks a couple years ago. Don’t take it as an insult that she doesn’t remember you.”

“Hmm, bet she wasn’t on the squad,” Amber’s eyes surveyed the older girl’s slender figure and medium tits. “Doesn’t look like a cheerleader.”

“No, but I was friends with Hannah,” Kendra replied, more of matter of fact than a point of defense. It truly didn’t bother Kendra what some uppity little cheerleader thought of her.

“Being friends with cool people doesn’t make you cool,” Amber remarked, and Victoria swore she saw the girl’s eyes flutter in her direction. “Anyway, Ashley, where’s this baby of yours?”

“W-what?” Ashley recoiled.

“You…you’re pregnant?” Brandon looked at his ex-girlfriend, panicking. “Is it mine? Or is it Zack’s? No, she said, baby, so it’s already born.” He shook his head like trying to wake from a bad dream, the nightmare of being at father at eighteen, a future reshaping right before his eyes. “It must be mine.”

“You didn’t even know about it? Wow, Ash, that’s cruel,” Amber said, looking to score brownie points with the quarterback. “And you cheated on him?”

“That’s none of your business,” Ashley growled angrily. “And I am not, nor ever have been, pregnant.” Ashley rounded on Victoria, who, lately, had become the source of almost all the most damning lies in her life. “Why does she think that I’m pregnant?”

“Hey, don’t look at me,” Victoria said, holding up her hands in surrender. “It was Trent that told her that.”

“And how do you know that?” Amber’s eyes narrowed in Victoria’s direction.

Ashley let out a short laugh and said, “Oh, let me guess, you fucked him, didn’t you?”

“Well, no, but, I mean, only because we didn’t get that far,” Victoria confessed, blushing a little, embarrassed from having her indiscretion made public. “It was Trent’s idea to tell her that he was babysitting and when Amber got suspicious, he panicked and said it was yours.”

“Wait a minute, it was your idea to keep her on the phone,” Trent blurted out thoughtlessly in his own defense.

Ashley was about to ask why Trent was even calling Amber while he was with Victoria, but before she could get the question out, Amber roared the answer at the black teen.

“You were fucking her while having phone sex with me!” Amber raged. “While you were telling me how it felt, how good it was, how I was the best, it was this slut’s mouth on your dick?!”

“It wasn’t like that, I swear,” Trent tried to calm her down, despite knowing that it was exactly how she thought. It had been a scummy thing to do, but with Victoria slurping on his bell-end, he wasn’t thinking of right and wrong. “I was on the phone with Tanya, and that was bad, and Victoria offered to help with my imaginations, and then, and then, I, um…one thing just led to another…”

“Congrats Vicky,” Ashley said, the words dripping with sarcasm. “Is there a guy in the cabin you haven’t fucked?”

“I’m missing Brandon from my collection.” She looked past Ashley at the quarterback and gave him a wink. “But I’m sure we could find some way to rectify that.”

“No way, he deserves better than a whore like you,” Amber cried out as she hugged Brandon’s arm like a scared child. “You can have her. I’m over you,” she told Trent, before lifting her head and looking up at Brandon. “Since Ashley cheated on you, you’re single now, right?”

“Uh…” he stammered.

It was true that he and Ashley had broken up, but that didn’t make him single exactly. Telling Amber about Madison just wasn’t something that he could do though. The others had found out or figured it out, but they could be trusted not to go babbling to the whole school. Amber could not. There wasn’t a doubt in Brandon’s mind that if Amber found out about his incestuous affair with his own twin that by the end of Spring Break there wouldn’t be a single soul in Azure Rocks who didn’t know about it too.

Fortunately, he was saved from answering by the intrusion of Madison herself. Coming down the hall, she saw the blonde holding onto Brandon and asked, “Ash, what’s taking so long?”

The moment she said the words she realized her mistakes. Firstly, that Ashley was standing further away, and that the blonde on Brandon’s arm was Amber Evans, Madison’s squad mate from the cheerleaders. The next mistake was not realizing that there were also four other people in the room, and upon declaring her arrival, Trent, Gavin, Victoria and Kendra all joined Ashley, Amber and Brandon in turning to look at her. This might not have been a problem, were she not dressed in the school’s cheer outfit, consisting of a blue shell top with a white trim and stripes, and a pleated blue skirt designed with matching white stripes along the hem…and nothing else.

No, not even panties. So, when she stormed into the room, irritated that she had been made to wait, and the rushing momentum of her movement made her skirt bounce up every single one of the seven in that room got a very good view of her bared, uncovered pussy. Feeling suddenly hot and flushed, her temper subsided in seconds as she threw down both hands, flattening her skirt tight against her thighs.

“Aha, Madison, I wondered when you’d appear. Trent did tell me there were three cheerleaders up here at the cabin,” as she said those words an honest to god thought occurred to her. “Heeeey, if you were with Victoria that night, and there was no baby, why did you say Madison’s name?”

“What was that?” Brandon asked, looking rapidly at all three involved. Especially Victoria. “So when you said you didn’t get to finish, does that mean Madison…did?”

“I mean, man, you’re my bro, but…well, you were gone, and she was sad…” Trent tried, and failed, to defend the situation.

“It wasn’t like that, it was just to see if he could,” Madison added, choosing her words carefully for she too, like her brother, realized the danger in giving Amber too much information. “But he couldn’t.”

“He couldn’t fuck you?” Amber arched an incredulous eyebrow. She had never known Trent to have any problems getting hard. But, she must have been on a roll, for an another thought came to her quickly afterwards. “Oooh, you couldn’t cum! Geez, girl, how frigid are you?”

“Keep talking and you’ll see exactly how ice cold I can be,” Madison clenched her hands into fists at her side, imagining spiking the blonde’s head into the floorboards. She loved cheerleading, but it was times like this when she thought volleyball might have been a more soothing option.

“Yeah, like how you, Ashley and Heather are trying to ice the rest of us out of squad decisions, and that’s the real reason you all came up here for Spring Break?” Amber insisted, paranoia taking root. “Why else would you be wearing the uniform?”

“It, it’s not even mine. It’s Ashley’s. I just want to see how it fit,” Madison lied quickly, turning red as she glanced at her twin brother, wondering if he would figure out the real reason. “I was just coming to ask Brandon’s opinion.”

“Without wearing panties?”

“Oh, oh, am I? Oh dear,” Madison drew upon all of her acting ability to convince Amber it was an honest mistake. “I was in such a rush, I must have forgot…”

“Enough,” Ashley demanded, before Amber could retort. “Listen, this is what’s going to happen…”