Interaction with Randy

As you walk toward the house, Isabelle, Sheila, and Jessica slightly ahead of you, Randy grabs your arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, exasperated.

"I'm keeping your secrets safe from your mom. Sheila will tell your mom in a hot second, if I don't cooperate." Not the whole truth, but not a lie.

"But my sister wants to fuck you!" Randy is clearly freaking out.

"What would you do if my sister came on to you? Would you fuck her?" you ask.

Randy thinks about it, meaning that he'd do it, since he didn't immediately say 'no'. "No, man!"

"What if she threatened to tell my mom about shit I had done that would get me in trouble for months, maybe years? Would you put your feelings aside to help your friend?"

Now he thinks even longer. Then his face falls and his shoulders slump. "Well, I don't know. But she's my sister."

"Sheila is determined to fuck someone, and the choice is either with some slimy stranger or me?"

"Jeez, man, I guess you're right. But I gotta protect her. She's the only sister I got." He sounds defeated.

"I promise to treat your sister with the respect that she deserves and use a condom. And I promise never to mention it to you again."

"Thanks, Dan, you're a real friend." Randy shakes your hand.

You smile inwardly, because you've just convinced your friend that fucking his sister is okay, and in fact is a favor that you are doing for him. You should run for Congress.

"Now, Dan, I'm really not interested in this party any more. I don't want to watch what happens. I heard about some buddies of mine hitting the pool hall for some beers. I think I'll join them. Can you make it home without a ride?"

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I understand. I'm sure we can make it home. I'll personally deliver Sheila to your door." You smile at him.

"Oh, she's supposed to sleepover at her friend, Kathy's house. She'll tell you where that is." He shakes your hand again. That sounds great to you, since you could fuck her till dawn and then take her to Kathy's or home. He continues, "Thanks again, man. I appreciate you taking care of her."

'I'll take good care of her. I'll make her scream my name into Isabelle's cunt,' you think to yourself.

Randy walks back to the car and drives off. You walk to the door, where the girls are waiting.

"He's going to play pool with some buddies, so we're on our own," you say.

Sheila puts her arms around your neck and kisses you deeply, her tongue wildly tangoing with yours. Then she breaks the kiss, saying, "I think the four of us are going to have a lot of fun!"

Isabelle and Jessica both nod, though Isabelle's seems more sincere.

You all walk in the house.