Have You Heard?

Sean’s eyes, hardened with sleep’s crustiness, struggled to open. Blinking several times, the teen groaned as if he were a half-century older as his sore arm lifted slightly to wipe away the crude. Feeling exhausted, Sean wondered why he woke up. Now able to see clearly, his baby blues took in the master bedroom from the alcove’s daybed. He didn’t see anyone, nor did he feel any pain or urge to pee.

Then, realization struck as he heard the wake-up witch’s cackle. It sounded slightly distant but carried to the daybed. Groaning, Sean understood immediately the zero probability of being able to fall back asleep.

"I know! It does feel like we haven't talked in forever!" Whitney laughed loudly. "Yeah, Dad and Bridget figured you might be unable to return today. That fucking sucks!"

Struggling mightily to roll out of the daybed, Sean felt something off. Looking down, he realized he was naked. The teen strained to recall what happened before he fell asleep. Memories of a shower with his mom and Whitney flashed back. Then, Harvey showed up and carried Bridget to the bed. A whiny Whitney finished washing Sean off before using her succubus ways to relieve a load of his sperm down her throat. The two teens next found their respective parents fucking on the bed before taking a nap in the only available place in the bedroom.

Now, with a better understanding of his predicament, Sean scanned the floor near the bed for his underwear from much earlier in the morning. Not spotting it, he turned around to pick up the towel Whitney had wrapped around him after the blowjob. Are my clothes still in the den, or did Mom bring them upstairs?

“What?!”

Sean nearly tumbled to the floor about halfway across the bedroom. The glass-shattering shriek sounded close.

“Well, it’s about fucking time! What did the fucker do? What?! You did it?!”

As more screams filtered into the bedroom, Sean could eliminate the bathroom and walk-in closet. Reaching the half-closed door, the mystery story fan put the clues together. The cabin heiress currently laughed her way through a phone call while in the den.

“Bianca did what now? Damn, that bitch is cold…and kinda awesome. But don’t either of you repeat that ever.”

Worried the door might creak, Sean clumsily attempted to slide through the partial opening. Instead of sneaking out, his cast-covered foot banged the door wide open. Freezing, Sean waited for Whitney's voice. It came, but was still talking into the phone and not at him. With a relieved sigh, Sean resumed creeping out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

Only as Sean passed the den's door did he glance out of the corner of his eye. His gaze met Whitney's before dropping down to see her fingers curl up into a beckoning gesture. Wearing a skimpy navy blue robe, she stood with the old-fashioned phone cradled to one ear as if she were waiting for his appearance. If a gesture could ever feel like a command, Sean took it as such.

“Guess who finally woke up, girls? The sleeping brute. Seanie, come over here. Lacey and Rammy want to wish you a happy new year,” Whitney called out. Her voice held far too much sweetness for her, and she called out as if he wasn’t standing less than five feet from her. “Say hello to your favorite redheads, buddy.”

“Uh, hi,” Sean greeted reluctantly after taking the receiver.

“Happy New Year, Sean!” Lacey greeted gleefully.

“Oh, uh, Happy New Year, Lace,” Sean replied warmly, suddenly feeling like slapping himself for forgetting the day.

“Um, Happy New Year, Sean. Um…Howareyoufeeling?” Ramsey awkwardly rambled.

The way Lacey sighed loudly led him to believe they were on different phone extensions. Additional questions about their whereabouts sprung to mind.

“I’m fine. Are you still at the hotel?”

"We sure are! Nearly everyone was trapped here last night because of the ice storm. And it sounds like we're staying here tonight, too. The ice only recently melted enough for people to leave," Lacey relayed. "How are you really? Are you having any more pain? Have you been taking your medicine? And is Whitney treating you properly? She better be!"

Eavesdropping the best she could, Whitney heard the last question and statement. Yanking the phone out of Sean’s hand, she defended herself while gesturing toward the armchair. Mulling over the worthiness of fighting the directive, Sean sat down.

“Yes, I’m taking good care of my hero. I’m not a mean, ungrateful person, Miss Stratton.”

"You aren't?" Sean mumbled, earning a stern glare from the cheerleader captain. Deciding to maybe fight a little, he raised his voice. "Whitney's been mean to me all morning, Lace! I almost felt like crying at breakfast! I'm just lucky that my mom is here to save me."

Sean didn't hear Ramsey's shocked gasp. Lacey, bellowing her co-best friend's name in admonishment, drowned it out. However, Sean's attention mainly focused on Whitney's angry head shake.

“I have not been mean to Sean. Well, maybe I teased him this morning a little–”

“A little?! Your dad even scolded you,” Sean piled on.

“Yet, did I not finally reward you properly earlier? Yes, you heard right, girls. Sean finally had the strength and stamina to get a Whitney Special. Although, I should clarify that he barely had the ability due to his injuries,” the buxom blonde smirked at her surprised savior.

Sean mentally kicked himself for even being mildly surprised that Whitney would blurt out the news. Considering her behavior at the ball last night, Sean strongly wondered if she’d send the gossip to Nosy Nectar herself once she could get a cell signal. Dr. Sean’s appointment book popped to mind.

Whatever Whitney heard over the phone caused an annoyed expression.

“Duh, I rocked Sean’s world, Rammy. What? How did you not get it?” Whitney responded over Lacey’s giggles. “Girl, we’re having an intervention of some sort for you soon. I. Fucked. Sean. This. Morning. Got that?”

“Eww!” came across the line loud and clear.

Sean sat back in the chair. Staring at the ceiling, he blocked out most of the conversation. Clearly, Ramsey brought up the doctors’ advice about Whitney taking it easy for several more days. Even Lacey begrudgingly admitted that the school editor might have a point.

“So, you’re saying I should’ve waited until I was fully recovered to make sure Sean got the full-blown Whitney Diamond Fuckfest Special?” Whitney grinned madly as Ramsey acted like one of Prudence Goodley’s Purity Squad girls with her response. “Don’t worry, Ramm. Sean and I can build up to one of those epic performances. I’ll be sure to give you all the details. Or did you want an exhibition for study purposes?”

On the other hotel suite extension, Lacey’s giggle fit brought tears to her eyes. In the sitting area where Clive and Rachel said goodbye, they paused at the screams and laughs. Rachel assured her departing husband that the girls were fine. They were just catching up on gossip with Whitney.

“So what if my dad and his mom are here? To be honest, they actually walked in on us at one point,” Whitney revealed, causing Ramsey to sputter and Sean to whip his head around in concern. The mischievous blonde motioned with a hand to not worry. “Hold up, girls. My wounded knight needs a status update.”

Sean braced himself for whatever Whitney planned to bring him into the discussion. Considering how bratty she had acted earlier in the day, he expected the worst.

“Guess which power couple–Hmm, were they a power couple? I guess so. Okay, guess what school power couple broke up last night.”

Whitney waited and waited.

“I don’t know.”

“Guess!”

“Kaitlin and Palmer?”

“Palmer graduated, and they always break up. I meant our current classmates. What?” Whitney said the last part into the phone. “Okay, wait on that part until after Sherlock over here guesses.”

“Louie McCall and Heidi Ceet”

“No!”

“Abby Pharr and Chet Ragg?” Whitney shook her head in disgust. “Uh, wow, did Daisy Kirby and Evan Naylor break up?”

“I said a power couple! Geez, aren’t you supposed to be a detective or something?” Whitney complained before revealing the shocking development. “Lacey and Austin broke up.”

“What?! Why? What did Austin do?” Sean sputtered. “Is Lacey okay? Lace, are you alright?”

Whitney pulled her body back because Sean had reached for the phone. A thin smile appeared before vanishing at Sean's concern for his family friend.

“Lacey is fine. And before you ask, my girl finally saw the light and dumped that bum.”

“She did?! Why? I mean, Austin must have done something. What did he do? Why won’t you tell me? Is it that bad?” Sean rattled off his questions while Whitney kept shaking her head.

“Better yet, Austin immediately went to Bianca to seek a hookup. The bitch shot him down cold and shut him down for good. The video of that is supposed to be epic. We need the goddamn internet back up over here!” Whitney screeched, slamming her palm down on the desk.

“I guess Austin finally got what he deserved,” Sean remarked, thinking back to grade school when Lacey’s ex bullied Newt.

“Starting the new year off dry is what he deserves,” Whitney proclaimed before hearing an eek on the phone. Placing it back against her ear, she asked what that noise meant.

Sitting in the chair, Sean watched Whitney's face morph through multiple expressions. Curiosity, surprise, anger, shock, and finally, pure glee told Sean some sort of a story.

“Ohmigawd! His mom was there?! I love my new Aunt Brandy! She’s fucking the best!” Whitney squealed.

Upon hearing his wild aunt’s name, Sean slid slightly down the leather back of the armchair. If Brandy got involved, it had to be a messy situation. Hopefully, Fawn or Wrenn was involved and prevented jail from becoming possible.

“Holy shit, Seanie! Your family strikes back and strikes hard. That bitch got what she deserved after pulling that crap in the cave,” the blonde rambled, so thrilled she didn’t make much sense to Sean.

“Wait, do you mean Kimberly?”

"Exactly! That cougar bitch bite off more than she could chew. Somehow, she ended up in her hotel room with Austin and Oscar!" Whitney cackled.

“Oscar? When did Oscar show up? Did they…No, fucking way! A threesome?” Sean’s question got an excited nod. “And that’s bad?”

“It is when your fucking mom walks in on it and attacks the old hag!” Whitney roared, laughing boisterously.

“Wait, how was Brandy involved?”

“She and Miss Graff are the ones that tipped off Mrs. Rusk. They went with her and recorded the scene. Fuck! I want to see all this shit!”

“H-How did all that happen?” Sean queried. “I mean, Austin ending up with her.”

“I don’t know. Hold on,” the queen bee said before addressing her faraway friends. “How the hell did Austin even hook up with that bitch? And when did Oscar show up at the Witzler? Oh! Is Uncle Larry okay?”

Sean felt guilty for not thinking of Kimberly's very soon-to-be ex-husband and his feelings. He didn't know that college professor well, yet he always seemed genuinely friendly whenever he saw him.

“Why wouldn’t you–You weren’t there—At the hospital? Why?!” Whitney exclaimed, standing up straight, which caused Sean to sit up in his chair.

“Your dad punched Uncle Fred? Why?! Oh, yeah, I guess it would be over Finn,” the blonde admitted. She met Sean’s gaze and mouthed a wow.

Seated in the den, Sean tried to follow along with the snippets of conversation he heard. With Whitney's attention focused on what Lacey and Ramsey relayed, she didn't remember to update Sean often. While studying the 1940s-style phone, Sean wondered why Harvey didn't have a modern phone in his den. It would make more sense for working while on vacation. Wait…Didn’t Mom mention that Harvey didn’t like to work? Still, a speaker phone option would make this less annoying.

Piecing together the overheard tidbits, Sean learned that Lacey drove her parents to the hospital. Clive ended up with broken fingers or a broken hand. Also, while at the hospital, Lacey ran into several classmates. Kip Peavy, manager of the football and basketball teams, had been sliced by a piece of glass at Milner’s party. Several other injured classmates also ended up in the ER with Lacey.

Next up came the latest breakup in the ongoing relationship saga of Kaitlin and Palmer. Whitney expressed disbelief that this was the final, lasting breakup. Sean nodded along until Whitney resumed laughing.

"Wait, a flying leg kick? How the hell did Kizzy pull that off? I mean, she's not that dexterous." The mention of Kizzy's name perked up Sean's attention. "She was on Katie's back, trying not to cause a scene. You know, that makes perfect sense with those Beals."

Whitney eventually gave in to Sean’s motioning for information.

“Palmer showed up, and Katie snapped. I guess Peyton ordered the cheer squads not to cause any more scenes. Yeah, I’m going to need to look into that part more. Okay, so Kizzy ended up kicking Palmer in the face.”

Suddenly, Whitney’s face scrunched up in confusion over what she heard on the phone.

“What?! Who the fuck is The Beevenger?! Fake nudes? Fake nudes of me?! Ramsey too? What about Lace? How many girls…whoa! No shit?”

Sean managed to get Whitney to stop for another update by practically wiggling on the chair while burning with curiosity.

“Somebody calling themselves The Beevenger tied up and gagged Palmer and Denny. They dumped the two in a laundry cart in one of those storage rooms near the bathroom. I guess Denny got caught with a ton of fake nudes on his phone of girls and teachers from school. Rammy’s freaking out about hers,” Whitney added, covering the mouthpiece for the last part.

“Fuck,” Sean groaned, partly over the potential scandal and partly over wondering how the fake nudes looked.

“It sounds like you two are finally up,” Bridget said, appearing in the doorway. “Getting the lowdown from the girls, huh? Have you gotten to the part about Peyton and Lana?”

“What happened with Pey?” Sean inquired.

“Hey, what did Lana and–” Whitney began to ask into the phone until Bridget stopped her.

"Wait until I'm gone," Bridget said before flashing a big smile. "I'm about to head outside to help Harvey clean up some of the fallen branches. Since it's nearly dinnertime, I'm guessing you guys are hungry. I made sandwiches for lunch, but you slept through it. You can find them in the fridge, which can be your supper. Be back…I don't know when!"

Bridget’s excited, girlish attitude left Sean confused. Whitney didn’t appear to care as she immediately launched into asking about Petyon and Lana. The answers that came back left Sean slightly surprised. He’d witnessed past blowups between the two very different BFFs. Whitney appeared even more shocked at the syrup incident as she’d only experienced the past fights on the periphery.

“Why? What pissed Peyton off so badly? Finn? Yeah, that makes sense. Damn, Finn caused several fights last night with just his presence, huh? That’s impressive. Wait, Teresa and who? Some bitch from Zurbrugg? Whoa, that sounds wild!”

It’s what followed next that had Sean’s mouth gaping open in utter shock.

"And the Babybees listened to her? Wait, they offered Peyton their services?! That's not the usual cheer procedure. Oh, right. I guess I did grant permission, in a manner of speaking," Whitney admitted before explaining to her male listener. "I guess since we left, the Babybees felt they were required to assist your family. Somehow, Peyton eventually accepted their help. She used them as her assistants for the charity ball until the end."

“Th-That’s not like Pey at all. She h-hates ch-cheerleading,” Sean stammered, far more shocked about his sister taking charge of the junior varsity than his parents' divorce announcement.

“Maybe that’s why she was irritable enough to snap on Lana,” Whitney speculated. Before she could ask Lacey, the blonde heard shouting from the other side. “What…Is that Lana?”

“We gotta go,” Lacey replied, sighing. “Dinner arrangements are causing another scene.”

After a quick round of goodbyes, Whitney hung the phone up. She leaned back against the desk and commented on how many things they missed last night. The school's queen bee's voice almost held a wistfulness over what she missed. However, a smirk appeared as she realized how much more fun they had because they left the ball so early. That brought another thought to mind.

“When are you moving into the mansion?”

Sean’s head rocked back slightly at the strange question.

“What do you mean?” he asked in confusion.

“It’s a simple question. Based on how giddy your mom was about helping my dad outside, not to mention her glow or how they can’t keep their hands off each other, I’m guessing you’ll be moving in before the end of the school year.”

“Huh?”

“I bet the engagement ring comes out before we graduate. Dad won’t want to overshadow our big days by popping the question too close. Hmm, or maybe he’ll wait until after we graduate,” Whitney pondered, tapping her chin.

“Engagement ring? Popping the question? What are you talking about? My parents just decided to get divorced last night,” Sean pointed out.

"That is a good point. My dad might need to slow it down. Your mom probably needs a few months to sow her wild oats before jumping back in bed with a husband. Although, my dad is down to share," Whitney mused aloud.

“Look, I get that our parents have a past that we didn’t know about and seem to like having sex with each other…a lot. However, they’re not even close to being ready for marriage. Today is just a phase for them,” Sean insisted.

“Trust me. I’ve seen my dad when he’s in the new lover phase. This isn’t it. Dad was smitten with your mom even before this morning. He might say she’s like family to him, but Bridget has his number. He gets all googly-eyed when she sasses him. It’s awesome to watch,” Whitney giggled. “I think I’m going to like having her as my stepmother.”

“What…this is crazy! You’re jumping way ahead of things,” Sean declared.

“Oh, Seanie, you need to learn to trust me. I can see their marriage in my head. It’s coming. There is no doubt.”

“Great. You think you can see the future. Like that’s not crazy,” Sean muttered. “You’re not Nostradamus.”

“Just wait and see. I’m right, and I know it,” Whitney sassed back with a smirk.

“Oh, sorry. Should I call you Whitneydamus? Or is it Heiressdamus?” Sean liked the annoyed expression he got in return for his suggestions. “Oh! I got it! You’re Bratadamus! Yep, that’s who you are.”

"Laugh it up all you want, Sir Sean," Whitney shot back. "Maybe you won't be my little stepbrother by the time we start college, but I will treat you like one."

“Little stepbrother? Wait a minute! Is that why you’ve been so mean to me today?” Sean questioned as realization dawned.

“I’m not being mean. It’s just big sister teasing,” Whitney said, confirming his guess. “And I’ve barely begun.”

“Oh. My. Gawd. You’re insane. I risked my life to save a crazy bitch,” Sean moaned, palming his face.

“Whatever. Crazy bitches are the best in bed,” Whitney chortled, overacting immensely. “Come on. Let’s eat those sandwiches and get you a pain pill. Dr. Sean needs to be wide awake for our next round.”

“Seriously?” Sean groaned.

“Perhaps I wasn’t joking about putting on a teaching exhibition for Rammy,” Whitney said, pulling Sean up from the chair. “Okay, maybe about the Rammy part. She’s too uptight for us to have any fun. But another girl…”

"Hold on a fucking second!" Sean bellowed, halting their way down the hallway. He'd made some quick calculations after thinking over Whitney's past birthday party bashes that became the talk of their social circles. "Your birthday is several weeks after mine. I'm not the younger brother in your fairytale scenario. I'm your big brother! Suck on that little sis!"

Whitney brought a hand to her mouth in worried shock. Of course, she either knew this fact or rolled with the new development. When her hand dropped from her mouth, it revealed the most impish smirk possible on the buxom blonde’s face.

Giggling madly, Whitney skipped ahead into the living room. Following at a slower pace, Sean found the cheerleader captain bent slightly over the sofa’s side. The naughty blonde waited until spotting Sean before flipping up the bottom of her tiny robe to expose her toned bottom.

“I’m so sorry for being a pestering, bratty liddle sister, big brudda. Are you going to spank me?” Whitney inquired, biting her thumb slightly while looking over her shoulder. She added a shake to her offered ass.

Sean glanced up at the cathedral ceiling and rolled his eyes. The question about dropping the towel to teach Whitney a lesson with his big stick bounced around his head. Fuck. My life just got so much more complicated.