Material Goods

The genie couldn’t stop herself from blushing, her heart pounded, but she could only blame herself. She wanted this, Jessica told herself. She wanted to be owned by her childhood friend.

But no one told her about all the eyes that would be stuck on her because of him.

The most popular girl in school walked in public at her Master’s side, clutched to his hand, dressed as he pleased. Her golden blonde hair bounced after long wavy locks hand been snapped and brushed into the shape she desired; the use of make-up brushes for the first time in days to Jessica was like riding a bike for others. Her appearance was valuable. She felt an intense need to look good for the auburn-haired boy who looked down curiously at his slip of paper. The need and want to have his eyes and focus on her at all times. To ignore the eyes drawn to her.

Then there were her clothes. Her midriff, upper legs, and lower arms casually exposed her healthy skin. Without difficulty, her feet glided in high heels, long black stockings running up her legs to her knees. But, as always, no pants, the mantra repeated in the genie’s head when the outfit came into existence. Instead, Jessica was given a beige, box pleated, leather skirt, short enough for Simon to reach under to stroke her ass, and the black silk panties with ornate gold trim patterns beneath it, when he pleased.

Of course, the genie wore a matching bra; it was always important to match. That was barely covered by a white keyhole crop-top shirt, with a buttoned shirt collar around the cheerleader’s neck just below her gold choker. Her cleavage bounced in full view with every click and step of her heels, skirt swaying with the threat to provide a peek if she dared bend down, over, or hop.

Jessica Edwards knew from the looks that she was a hot, rich piece of ass next to her larger boyfriend, who wore an open button collared shirt over a t-shirt and a pair of cargo jeans. His loose fashion makes hers more noticeable by contrast, drawing attention away from her photographer. His headphones sat around his neck as she glanced up at them with a blush.

The previous night reentered her mind along with the rhythm in her ears.

“Dare.”

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“Okay,” Sam tapped her finger against her lips and then smirked with a smile.

Her best friend took a moment to think, having the opportunity to make the cheerleader do what she pleased. Knowing her, the buxom redhead would want to come up with something both mess with Jessica and her brother. She snapped her fingers, the sound of which made Jessica jump hearing someone other than her Master do so. Her hands instinctively tugged at her seductive clothing innocently as Sam placed her finger in front of her eyes with a smirk,

“I dare you to listen to a playlist on Simon’s headphones….”

Jessica scoffed with a disbelieving laugh. Her legs folded in front of the herself on the bed, before the genie raised her brow,

“What, seriously?”

“…without dancing to any of it for five minutes!”

There it was, the blonde huffed.

The redhead grabbed her brother’s headphones from his nightstand and dangled them ahead of the blonde with her finger. Simon remained on the bed, now on his back with a pillow over his head as he tried to keep himself composed. Sam showed him no mercy, snatching the pillow from his boyish face and sitting next to him with her hand out.

“C’mon! Phone!”

Simon groaned and sat up as his genie watched. The flustered Master kept his eyes shut with his face as red as a tomato, then tried to slam the device in his sister’s hand. However, it only helped to drop it in her lingerie-wearing lap.

“Hey! Watch it!”

His eyes snapped open at the feeling of the thin fabric brush against one of his fingers, and his face went further red,

“Gah!”

Jessica watched as her Master adorably fell over again on the bed as Sam giggled along with her.

“So Silly….”

“Such a good boy, though!” Sam patted his head like a dog.

As she watched him clench down harder to hide his boner, the genie took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek with a bubbly smile.

“I’m going to get both of you for this….” his mind uttered as he remained stiff as a log.

The blonde rolled her eyes at his childish threat and held out her hand for the headphones taken by the redhead. She could feel her Master’s eyes send a narrow glance over his side to see his genie stretch herself out and place the black speakers over her ears.

Jessica let out a giggle at the familiar noise-canceling features of her childhood friend’s headset. The quiet chime of the Bluetooth notification turns on and links with his phone. She bounced on her feet and wrapped her hands behind her back, breasts, and bra pressed forward as her babydoll opened to show her stomach,

“Okay, hit me, Sammy. I’ve been very curious to hear what’s on Master’s playlist now, anyway.”

The red-haired vixen in red lingerie shook her head with a devious grin, a finger wagged in the genie’s face. Sam’s camisole bounced as she flipped the stray bangs of red hair behind her back, “Oh no, no, no, Jessie. Simon’s musical tastes have grown a bit…out there. A dancing fiend like you, who can’t stop from doing every TikTok dance ever invented? You’re not going to be able to resist this.”

The blonde scoffed and raised an eyebrow at her Master’s phone, “Doki Doki Playlist? What in the heck is Doki….”

In a panic, the young man shot up from his position on the bed and attempted to dive for his phone, “Sam! No! Not that one!”

Jessica watched as Sam interrupted her brother and allowed the sounds of electronics and synths to flood into her friend’s eardrums. The volleyball captain grabbed her brother as he fell over her back and directed his body toward the floor. Along with the vibrations of Simon’s failed attempt to retrieve his phone, the beat and voices of non-English singers filled the genie’s head. At first, there were bits and lines of English intermittent, but Jessica had to admit that the girls could sing along with the sound editor, at least. After the first chorus, she found her head now bounced along, and a smile formed on her face as the beat picked up.

_Holy crap! _The genie realized. She could totally dance to this like it was in her party mix!

Then Jessica’s eyes suddenly shot up as she caught herself beginning to sway her hips and lean over. Sam watched her as she crossed her arms and held up the phone’s stop-clock timer. She waved her finger at the blonde with a teasing smile in teasing disapproval. Her green-blue eyes teasingly gazing as she directed to the timer. The cheerleader gulped.

Crap.

Her emerald eyes turned to see her Master, his eyes looking up at her as if ready to watch her dance. The thought of giving him a performance made the genie’s brow sweat. A blush formed on her cheeks as she glanced back at her best friend. Sam looked ready to break out the popcorn.

Double crap!

Both of the Harris siblings knew how easy it had been since childhood to get their bubbly blonde girl to dance to something. The right beat, music, and the Queen of Eastlake transformed into a happy ball and eventually a dancing fiend. Every time Simon’s parents put music on their stereo as children, every sleepover with Sam, every car trip with her Stepmother, from Homecoming to Dance Classes. Jessica loved to dance; she loved to move. It was one of the reasons she loved being a cheerleader and was so excited for Senior Prom!

But the dare was she couldn’t dance!

Jessica’s protest grew more flustered as she scowled, “Damn you, Sammy!”

The genie squirmed and scrunched her face shut to stand still. She clenched all her muscles in an attempt to remain in place...

...and quickly failing at it.

Worst of all, for the cheerleader, was knowing Simon watched her. His hazel orbs on his girlfiend knew she could not dance in front of him. The need to please and perform for her Master. The thought of blowing off Sam’s Dare and making herself turn into a stripper for her brother! The genie’s body tensed up as she tried to hold back the wants and urges to dance as hard as possible.

“So hard….”

---

“Here, Jess.”

The blonde snapped from the night before. She turned and was caught off guard by the taller form of her boyfriend handing her a series of metal bars from the warehouse shelf. Of all the places that the wealthy cheerleader thought she would go in her life, she did not have shopping for hunks of metal in a strange store over 45 minutes away from her house. After quickly dropping the metal into the old orange shopping cart, she looked at the awkward young man who continued to scan his eyes over different items and pieces.

The genie sighed as she remained close but held onto the cart,

“Um, I doubt you’ll find a gold brick in a place like this, Master….”

Simon smiled with a happy scoff, “Well, we could always rob a bank later!”

His joke caused the cheerleader’s shoulders to slump as she ran a hand through her hair. The blonde was not expecting to shop for such strange things in a place like this, let alone in high heels. Nevertheless, she watched as her Master held up a smaller slab of metal, her emerald eyes noticing an ornate pattern in the silver-like surface. She drew closer as Simon rubbed his thumb over it.

“What’s with that?”

He never took his eyes off it, his focus unchanged, but still responded,

“The label said Damascus Steel? It’s supposed to be really good when making blades….”

Jessica raised an eyebrow and pointed to it curiously, “I think Daddy has kitchen knives made out of that….”

“Well, it’s just a recreation, to be honest,” her Master responded and held up his phone in front of her eyes with another one of the historical blurbs written down.

“See?”

The blonde scrolled her fingers and nodded as she read through it. It still felt strange, though. If Simon wanted to, he could wish to learn how to make the original thing, but that wasn’t in the cards as her Master pulled the cart ahead and walked on looking for the next thing. She hustled a bit to catch up with him, grabbing him by his shirttail scoldingly,

“Hey! Don’t wander off from me, Master!”

“Hehe…sorry, Jess…my bad,” his fingers snaked around hers once more, bringing the inevitable smile to the genie’s face.

Her eyes rolled, and she scoffed, disinterested at the giant child that ran around on his scavenger hunt, looking for what supplies he needed. They weaved the shelves until he stopped, walking over to the customer service desk and pointing at something on the shelf behind one of the scrawny workers wearing a green vest. Again, another associate going slack-jawed at the sight of her.

As evident as the gawk toward her was, Simon seemed equally as eager to get something from the shelf behind them. As the genie approached him from behind, she watched as her auburn-haired boyfriend held up a block of dark metal the size of a Rubix cube. Whatever it was, it made him curious. The now-amateur model watched her personal photographer hold and weigh the cube of metal in his hand as the guy behind the counter held a thumbs up and then stared in disbelief.

The dork at the counter walked back to the attractive blonde with the metal in hand as she saw the sticker on its side.

Jessica’s eyes widened at the price tag and pointed at her boyfriend skeptically,

“Seventy dollars for that? Really?”

What the fuck kind of metal was worth that much? Sure they had over one-hundred dollars’ worth of the crap in their cart, but just for a small piece like that?

Simon smirked and held it out for her to hold. The blonde cupped the cube in both her hands with some confusion. It definitely didn’t weigh the way she believed it.

“That’s Tungsten.”

“Tungsten?” she raised an eyebrow again and thought about where she heard the word before, “You mean like, the stuff they make guy’s wedding rings from now?”

Was Master going to make the cheerleader her own ring out of this? The once-quiet outcast shrugged his shoulders, shook his head as he found her curiosity adorable, and continued to smile at his find,

“I wouldn’t know, but it’s expensive for a reason. It’s the toughest metal on earth, after all!”

The genie leaned over on the cart as she held it up in the air with some suspicion. The blonde glanced up at Simon’s boyish face again, “So why do you need a block of it? For helping find my Mom?”

Her Master grinned and scratched his head, “Not really. I thought it would be cool!”

That line from his eager mouth earned an annoyed groan from his girlfriend when she dropped the cube in the cart and pushed forward while grabbing him, “Are you done now? A lot of these guys are really eyeing me and my outfit…I don’t like it….”

The awkward teen nodded when he took a look around the shop and found the wandering eyes of other males in the store and then gave a quick thumbs-up, “Yeah. I think we got the basics.”

Quickly he pecked her on the forehead and snickered like a happy child as the gazes began to turn to whispers.

Now annoyed with them, the cheerleader roped an arm around her Master and scowled as she dragged him to get out of the warehouse as quickly as possible, “C’mon, then!”

“Gah! Jess!”

Simon sighed as he watched his girlfriend’s face begin to blush as she frowned. His genie was anxious about being around people she didn’t know. Even knowing that every step she took with him was teasing the world around her for his own sake.

Not that he could blame her.

“Truth.”

---

“Truth, huh?”

His sister smiled deviously again, and once again, he darted his eyes away as his face continued to feel hotter from the blood rushing to it. Sam was purposefully leaning in, messing with him as she adjusted that damned scarlet camisole over her body. Her green-blue eyes eyeing her brother like fresh prey beneath her.

“You’re such a good boy, Simon. I knew you’d pick that….”

Shit.

He quickly gulped and shifted his eyes around his surroundings. His girlfriend was in her white lingerie to his front and left, desperately trying not to break out in dance as both siblings knew she would. Jessica couldn’t help herself when it came to music. The genie had bounced happily around in her youth, she danced with Sam when they were having a moment in his sister’s room, and her Master knew his Jess would dance around him, for him, the second the opportunity presented itself. Her ass wiggled and swayed in those damned white panties, practically begging to be given permission as her hands pressed and molded the fabric-like skin to stop herself.

The young bombshell’s mind whined at how cruel her best friend was to her,

“Master…it’s not fair….”

He watched her lip turn color under the pressure of her teeth. Once opened, her emerald eyes pleaded to him, and the longer their gaze, the harder it became to resist for her,

“You’re…watching me…oh god….”

Jessica Edwards yearned to be on display for her Simon, and he knew it. She had said as much to him earlier that morning. After the stress of the day and the incidents involved, it was easy for the photographer to take a step back and relax. That was another mistake, especially with his sister behaving the way she was. Sam always managed to jump him when he let his guard down.

The Queen of Eastlake and the Red Queen of Eastlake, the two hottest girls in his school, in his class, both attached to him since childhood: one his genie, the other his sister. Both wearing nothing but clothing meant only to highlight their sexual attributes, tease, make themselves desirable, and others weak to stop themselves. The awkward dork felt his body tense again as he clenched his teeth underneath his pursed lips. Every guy in school wanted this, his own best friend bragged as much, but they weren’t him.

If they only knew what he knew, then everyone would want to steal his life just for the moment to take them away from him. Use them.

Existence was ****.

“Okay, Simon….”

_Fuck. _The tone in his sister’s voice signaled that Sam was turning on the sweet red velvet routine. Her voice teasing, pleasant tone a lure, and words bearing fangs. The young woman was only that sweet when she wanted something from, or to do something, to him. The red bombshell then removed and revealed her own phone from her bra cup. Almost immediately, the sight of one of his sibling’s shapely breasts made him dart away again as it nearly made an appearance.

Don’t leer at your own fucking sister. Don’t become Kevin.

Fuck, his perverted and power-hungry friend probably had wet dreams over a situation like this, but the nerd wasn’t Sam’s brother or Jessica’s childhood friend! This was his parents’ fault somehow, Simon thought while fighting the testosterone that ran through him.

Their Mom and Dad were always so open about the closeness of their relationship in front of their kids. It must’ve rubbed off on them! This was supposed to be disgusting, wasn’t it?

Simon’s hazel eyes shot up to the phone suddenly thrust into his face. He raised an eyebrow at a series of text messages to Sam, one from Lauren, saying she wouldn’t let Jess down again, and another from Cassie, panickily asking if she had seen Jessica or her brother and freaking out about the fateful cheer practice after school. The mood switched quickly as the red bombshell pressed against her brother,

“While Jessie can’t hear us. Do you want to tell me what the fuck this was all about?”

Shit.

Simon’s face went flat, and his lip lowered down to his chin with concern, his sister’s eyes now glaring right at him. Her behavior was to trap him and directly interrogate her brother as she wanted. That same uncomfortable maternal stare that he received from his sibling whenever she was suspicious of something. Especially when it came to anything that involved him: a photo job, catching him at a sporting event, or him spending too much time alone in his room. The minute Sam became suspicious of him, she’d go from red panda to red lioness.

Lately, it had obviously only become more relevant. In the last couple of days, something about becoming her best friend’s boyfriend might’ve played a role in that…

…or that her best friend was his genie, ****, and lover under his total control, but Sam didn’t need to know that. Not yet, anyway. As he glanced over to his blonde, Jessica stretched her arms out while pressing her breasts forward. The stretches to resist the urge to dance for him made his childhood crush all the more alluring. Her resistance struggled to keep herself from moving as she looked around, confused by his emotions but unable to listen.

Her eyes closed again as she tried to suppress a moan and the urge to dance again with yoga.

He gulped, trying to find his voice, eyes darted away from both young women as he answered his sister,

“Uhm…so…y-you know how Tiffany was pissed with Jess, right?”

Her look didn’t fade, “Uh-huh.”

Damnit, Sam was the younger one, the auburn-haired boy thought to himself, why was she so fucking scary sometimes?

Oh right, Mom. She was doing the same thing that their mother did with their father.

Ugh.

Simon’s hazel eyes darted around for another moment as he then took a deep breath. His composure built as he thought about handling this, “And you know how Jessica Myers showed up today, right?”

Sam’s voice was becoming impatient, “And?”

The boy shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He took a moment to glance at his genie, as the blonde was now completely giving into the rhythm of his Japanese and Korean playlist. The cheerleader lost in the music with her eyes closed and unable to hear them. Her hips swayed, and her breasts began to bounce as they became too strong for her to resist. Finally, her Master turned his head and snapped his focus.

Right, fuck it. This wasn’t working. He needed to be himself. That meant blunt, tactless honesty,

“Tiffany teamed up with Myers to get Jessica thrown off the cheerleading squad at practice.”

Green-Blue eyes shot wide open as Sam shot her arms onto her brother’s shoulders; the camisole lifting slightly, as the Harris brother found himself knocked backward onto his bed as his sister freaked out on top of him. She then clutched at his shirt as the redhead snapped in surprised shock,

“They did WHAT!”

“Ow,” he winced.

His sister looked in disbelief as he winced below her, still trying not to pay attention to her lingerie-clad state as the redhead shook him beneath her. Simon felt his chest pulled up and then pushed down into his comforter and mattress as Sam lowered her gaze beneath her bangs. Her fingers clenched tightly into the fabric of his tee, and then she growled with anger,

“That fucking little…wannabe influencer…piece of….”

Sam continued to pin her brother looked up to see her face as she clenched her teeth and looked away as if she had made a mistake, “I should’ve busted Tiff’s jaw when I had the chance…that fucking silver-tongued…how could she do that to Jess…why didn’t she come to me first instead of you….”

Simon raised an eyebrow at first in disbelief. So Sam was resentful for not protecting Jessica instead of him? Why would it be him instead of her? His sister asked it aloud, less toward him, but the answer to the question replayed in the young man’s head in Jessica’s own words.

Simon, you’re my Master. This is what I want….

Jessica went to him because she trusted him more, needed him more, wanted him to take care of it more.

Finally, the young man took another exasperated huff of breath and faced his sister with her attractive body, clad in an outfit that he never pictured her wearing in his life. Their parents' voices banged around his auburn-haired head as the photographer felt his tension headache return. Simon began to move as Sam no longer held her pin and sat back up again, and took control,

“Don’t worry about what to do. I took care of it.”

The former cheerleader scoffed and eyed him in surprise, taking her arms off his shoulders and letting him sit back up. She shook her head and pointed a finger with a disbelieving laugh,

“You? You took care of Tiffany? How’d you manage that by yourself, huh?”

Simon shrugged slightly as he nonchalantly looked at his sibling, “Well…I had help, but yeah, I learned Jess was in trouble and dealt with Tiffany myself.”

He rubbed the back of his head as he frowned and remembered his actions earlier that afternoon. Jessica stripped naked, running into her ring, and the way she was left sobbing. Without knowing, his scowl presented his anger at what happened to his sister. The once-reserved young man displayed in how his hand balled tightly into a shaken fist. Simon was the one with that dreaded and corrupting **** of power now. He knew that had upset Eastlake’s balance of power. Because of his decisions so far the power of the cheerleader squad had been diminished. Like the football team, their enablers were exposed as others that had misused their popularity and power. He was the one in control, responsible for ensuring it was used wisely and kept out of the wrong hands.

“I don’t like it when friends turn against friends, Sam. Tiffany should have known better, she definitely should’ve apologized to Jess after what happened with Brad yesterday, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Especially after seeing how she made Jess cry. She hurt her.”

His body firmed up as he began to think about how the raven-haired cheerleader stood frozen and looked at him fearfully. His arousal grew at the thought of Jessica commanding her friend to march away and wait for them to deal with her when they felt like it. How her close friend was revealed to be just as controlling of his genie as her own family. Everyone around Jessica wanted to control her, make her theirs. Never again. Jessica was His. And only his.

And anyone who got in the way would be dealt with.

Sam groaned and rubbed her forehead, unknowing how strongly the possessive emotions swelled inside of him. The redhead looked at her brother worriedly, “Please tell me you didn’t do anything stupid. I’m not sure a gas leak will save you from another fight, Simon! You’re going to get into so much trouble!”

His sister’s anxiety suddenly revealing in her annoyed voice made his current thoughts stop. However, seeing the worry escape her eyes, her annoyance slip into anxiety, made the awkward teenager begin to revert back to his equally anxious demeanor. He held up his arms and waved them in front of her to keep from upsetting her.

“I didn’t fight anyone this time, though!” he nervously announced, “Honest, Sam! I didn’t have to! Tiffany already thinks I’m some kind of monster, so I just played into that to scare her! Jessica told me all about what she said! I scared her into backing off! That’s all!”

“Shit, Simon,” his sister slumped his shoulders and immediately wrapped around him in a hug, rubbing his head worriedly.

His eyes glanced over to his sister’s hair in the corner of his gaze as her breasts pressed against his head, the sudden show of affection making his cheeks flare and body freeze up. Sam’s caring side still trying to mask itself in her complaints as he felt warm against her soft flesh and fabric,

“You’re going to kill me with this stuff, you know that! I’m already worried enough about you.”

His face flushed at the sight of the camisole raising enough to show the molded shape of his sister’s ass against her panties, then darted back to Jessica dancing in her lingerie. The blonde had finally lost control of herself and begun dancing in full ****. The white lingerie spun and flew up along with its wearer. The smile on her face grew as she giggled with her eyes closed. Then, instinctively started making seductive moves toward his direction, tilting herself over and running a hand down her leg. The genie’s hair flipped upward as she moved that ass his hands couldn’t keep off of.

Her Master flushed as he finally responded to his sister,

“L-Look who’s talking….”

Sam pulled away in confusion and then looked down at herself where her brother had affixed his gaze. The redhead, realizing how her body was displayed, shook her head and shoved him back over onto his side while getting off the bed. Then, as the embarrassment and realization turned her face as red as her hair, the former cheerleader growled and turned her focus to her dancing best friend.

“Ugh! You…Dumbasses!”

The redhead snatched the headphones off his genie’s head. Immediately, the blonde herself snapped from her seductive dance and back to reality. Jessica’s eyes widened as she came to a stop and then stomped the floor and puffed her face up adorably toward his sister,

“What the hell, Sammy!”

The redhead, instead of directing to Jessica’s failure to keep herself from dancing, instead went back to being upset from the topic at hand,

“Tiffany tried to get you thrown off the squad! What the hell, Jessie!”

Immediately the blonde flinched, and her wide emerald eyes turned to her Master in confusion, “You told her?”

Simon opened his mouth to talk when Sam interrupted him and held up her phone, standing to use her height’s extra 3 inches to glare down his genie, and listed off her reasons with her fingers,

“First, Cassie texted me freaking out earlier! Then, Lauren messaged me about failing you. You weren’t giving me answers, so I decided to pin Simon on it when he called Truth. Seriously, Jess! What the hell happened? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“Because you’d freak out like you are now!”

The young man’s face went flat as he watched the familiar scene of his sister and friend arguing with each other over the last decade. The words being yelled played out in a typical pattern of body language. Jessica spun in her babydoll, crossed her arms, and stuck her chin and nose in the air defiantly. Sam glared at her and scowled. A tug of her shoulder and strength to spin the blonde back to face her. The redhead making a sass remark, the blonde pouting and then rolling her eyes away with a mumble.

Either way, his genie’s face and demeanor would either become saddened or angered, trying to stop them from fighting. Sam was sympathetic regardless as his sister would reach out and discuss her concerns or make a snap comment back to throw the blonde off from her outrage.

It was an inevitable path, so the young man crossed his arms and scowled, “Your turn!”

Both the blonde and redhead in lingerie stopped mid-argument and shifted their gaze back to the impatient look on Simon’s face. He pointed to his sister and huffed, trying to change the subject away and back to the game,

“It’s your turn, Sam. Are we still playing or not….”

The redhead looked at her brother in disbelief and let out a laugh as she shook her head,

“W-What? D-Do you not get we’re still talking about….”

Simon didn’t want to argue, his nose huffed again in annoyance, nostrils flared, “We don’t want to talk about it anymore. It was a problem, and we dealt with it. Jessica confronted Tiffany, and nothing came from it….”

Jessica picked up on it faster than his sister, “Sammy, Simon’s right. Besides, the gas leak was making everyone go crazy. I’m not blaming anyone for acting weird today. Everyone was acting so messed up because of it. I mean, like you! You and Cassie both noticed something wrong today, didn’t you? But everything still felt normal, so maybe that was how it messed with you. I know Kevin was almost out of control today because of it, Master had to pull him from his class. Cassie was overreacting at practice, too. Poor Miss Littlewood went home sick….”

The red-haired sibling stood and rubbed her forehead as she shook her head briefly and groaned, “Ugh. Fucking school…how could they have missed a leak that big? There’s gonna be some kind of lawsuit from that….”

“Maybe they’ll get their act together finally,” Simon mumbled, “Start taking everything else seriously.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Jessica scoffed in agreement, quickly sending over a wink and a smile while his sister remained oblivious.

The blonde smiled deviously, “He’s right about it being your turn, though, Sammy. We’re still playing.”

Jessica strutted in front of the scarlet-lingerie-clad former cheerleader and poked her finger into the center of her chest. Simon looked on as his genie continued to eye his sibling. The Queen of Eastlake teasingly motion just as her Stepmother taught her to,

“Truth or Dare, Sammy?”

---

“Next time, you should just wish for me to give you stuff like that instead of driving to a weird warehouse store almost an hour away,” the blonde grumbled as Simon tossed his car key onto the counter.

He laughed in response and smiled, “Sorry, Jess! I needed us to get it ourselves instead of wishing for it this time. Couldn’t avoid it.”

The cheerleader tossed her hair and huffed again, “Yeah, well, try and remember you have a wish-granting girlfriend that isn’t a fan of road trips to places without a beach or lodge. Or a Hot Tub!”

“I mean, we can take bikini photos if you want to, Jess,” the boy answered innocently.

The blonde flushed at the unintentional insinuation and shook her head to try and mask an emerging smile at the idea,

“F-Fine. I want to check on Sammy anyway.”

Her boyfriend nodded, only to scramble and throw his keys back into his pocket, so it didn’t sit out for the other member of their house to find. As the blonde went upstairs to her best friend’s room, she found no signs that Simon’s sibling had returned there the night before. Quickly she walked up to the young man who made it up the stairs to his room and poked open the door.

As her Master quietly shut the door again, Jessica crossed her arms in a huff,

“How is she still asleep?”

The auburn-haired boy let out a slight shrug, “Sam gets it when she can. You had to wake me up this morning, too….”

The cheerleader jutted out her hip and rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Fair point. I’m not one to talk either. I just remember her always being awake before I am….”

A devious smile graced the popular girl’s lips as she giggled and clapped her hands together, then suddenly reached for her unsuspecting Master’s hand.

“Oh my gosh, this’ll be too good to pass up! C’mon, Master….”

A mischievous genie. Who would ever believe that one actually existed?

Jessica Edwards didn’t need to care about the stereotype yet, but the opportunity to get the jump on her best friend was too great to pass up. Especially when she could draft the redhead’s own brother into her schemes. Sam had a habit or instinct to dodge the blonde’s friendly pranks and flip the results. But, most of the time, there was a draw.

But, Jessica didn’t have Simon as a partner in her schemes.

Slowly, the genie opened the door to her Master’s bedroom and quickly snuck inside to find the evidence of red hair sticking out among the dark blue comforter and pillowcases. She quietly shushed Simon and switched to their mental link.

“Okay, Master. Please sit on the edge of the bed….”

“You’re going to have to make this worth my while, Jess…I don’t like being a pawn….”

“I will! I will! This’ll be fun! You needed to get back at her for last night, right? Well, I’m helping!”

Simon sighed, “I thought we did already, but point taken.”

Her smile grew wider as she watched the sibling walk over and plop himself on the foot of his bed. The occupant let out a groan and caused the genie to flinch and become paralyzed. The blonde’s emerald eyes widened, and she waited for a response.

Their target remained asleep as Jessica’s smile brightened, and she quietly lowered herself onto all fours and began to crawl up toward her Master’s bed as he watched her like an animal stalking her prey. The cheerleader stretched out her movements and eventually onto the bed and pinned the still covered body of her victim beneath her.

The genie’s skirt rode up, and she wagged her ass to give her Master something to watch.

“Sammy,” she whispered softly, teasingly.

She did it again, almost singing, “Sammy….”

A groan and a mumble exited the sleeping beauty’s lips as the cheerleader wanted to snicker. Her best friend could act so cute sometimes with her guard down. The blonde rubbed her body against her sleeping form and then pounced.

“Samantha!”

“Fuck! What!” the redhead’s voice announced as her body shot upward and pulled itself from the cheerleader’s grip.

Jessica’s eyes froze as the former cheerleader sat above her as she tried to process what was going on. The genie couldn’t keep her eyes off as her best friend’s breasts bounced freely, nipples touching the cold air and free of restrictions. Those lovely pink areola and fair skin matched perfectly as her hair gently loosened their red bangs around them. Her skin still flushed slightly from the dream she seemed engrossed in beforehand. Then, finally, those disoriented green-blue eyes glared downward at the head cheerleader,

“Jessie! What the…what are you doing in my….”

Her face changed as she saw the comforter, eyes shot to the ceiling to see the stars above, and then forward at the blushing face of her brother as his eyes locked onto her. Jessica could spot the exact moment that her best friend realized where she was.

Aggressively, the redhead let out a yelp, tossing a pillow directly into her brother’s face as Sam’s arms moved to cover her breasts.

“Simon, don’t look at me like that! You…Dumbass! Look away!”

The Red Queen shot to her feet out of bed and backed away, still clad below in her scarlet panties at the least, as she ran over and grabbed a white t-shirt out of her brother’s dresser and threw it over her breasts. Unfortunately for Sam, she remained unaware that hardened her nipples still poked through. Angered and flustered, she stormed over and attempted to pin the laughing blonde girl on her brother’s bed.

“Oh, you think this is funny!”

“You should’ve seen your face!” the popular girl laughed happily at her flustered and embarrassed redheaded friend.

Her Master sighed and fell over onto his bed again next to them, unable to process the sight of his sister’s naked chest greeting him as she woke. Sam darted her eyes between them and suddenly winced from a headache. Her half-lidded eyes glared over to the dresser and the contents on top, and she quickly felt the front of her thong. Finally, Jessica watched as the red bombshell turned the color of her hair and uncharacteristically squeaked as she darted from the sight of both of them in confusion.

“Wait…who goes first?”

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“Hang on! Hang on!”

The redhead clad in lingerie held up her hands, trying to stop the train from running off the tracks. She glared at both her brother and best friend as they cornered her. Sam couldn’t remember the last time they did something like this to her, but it had definitely happened, somehow. In any case, the two of them were trying to press her to move on, which wasn’t going to happen.

They weren’t going to skirt the subject that easily. Not on her watch, she declared internally.

“You two still have a lot of explaining to do!”

Her brother and her friend both looked at each other as if trying to make the flustered volleyball captain believe they were telepathic. Simon tilted his head, and Jessica bit her lip as she glanced away nervously as if they had been conversing.

Pfft, Simon and Jessica reading each other’s minds. What kind of twisted world would that be? Sam scoffed to herself.

Instead, there was a change of tactics. The blonde suddenly wrapped her arms around the redhead’s neck and latched onto her. Sam lost balance as she realized her best friend was trying to pull her to the ground, her face clenched like the spoiled brat she was,

“I’m not talking about it anymore, Sammy! You started this game. It’s your turn! Truth or Dare!”

Sam stuck her nose at her childish yet popular friend as her face remained flushed through her scowl, “Don’t be a baby, Jess! You’ve been getting yourself into trouble all week and dragging my brother into it.”

“You’re the baby sister, remember?” the blonde shot back with another huff and a puffed set of cheeks.

The former cheerleader felt her eyes roll at her friend’s antics. The young woman groaned back while slapping a hand over her face as the blonde remained latched onto her, glaring eyes and puffed up,

“Jesus, Jess. Who do you think you are giving me that look, my fucking Mom?”

Sam’s eyes quickly darted to her brother, who looked away from them and lost again in his brain, albeit still blushing. Her embarrassment increased at the sight of him trying to suppress the apparent thoughts that he must’ve tried to keep to himself,

‘Ah, Simon…come on…stop that…wait….’

The red-haired sibling looked down at her brother’s hand to see something that wasn’t there before, at least one she didn’t remember seeing. It was definitely new, though, and not something she expected her dorkish brother wearing. Sam scoffed in disbelief as briefly forgot how the cheerleader was attached to her,

“Hey, where’d you get that ring?”

Jessica suddenly jumped off the redhead in a panic as Simon’s eyes darted and put his hand over the golden object to block it from sight. His eyes stared at the ceiling and then looked as if trying to process his answer, “Uh….”

However, it was the blonde’s voice that spoke up first. Jessica began to laugh and immediately stood between the redhead and her brother, moving her hair out of the way and smiling. Unintentionally, as she bent forward, her best friend now displayed her ass right in her brother’s face,

“Oh? That thing? I pulled some strings to help Master get his class ring early! Y’know, for helping keep my present away from Kevin….”

Sam watched as her friend quickly pointed to the choker necklace still locked around her neck and the bright emerald that sat in front. The former cheerleader raised an eyebrow as she glanced back and forth and curled her lips off to the side of her face. Finally the redhead’s hand quickly relaxed over one of her hips and waited for her friend to move out of the way.

Jessica shut her eyes and spun around, finger still pressing against the jewel on her neck. “Here, I’ll show you! See?”

Simon let out a yelp as her best friend shoved his arm under her own, unintentionally thrusting his face into the blonde’s chest. The redhead raised an eyebrow as she never saw her friend turn around while her ass stuck up in those tight white panties. Sam’s lips went flat as she watched as her brother’s hand attempted to grab the cheerleader from behind. The former cheerleader huffed and held her brother’s hand before he could make contact. Finally, she pulled the dork’s hand to get a better look at the object.

As her green-blue eyes inspected the ring, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary from the ring maker's options during their visit to Eastlake. Simon’s name etched into the golden band, a few additional symbols like an airplane, and their last name on the other side with the school name around the emerald, ironically the same color as her friend’s eyes, on top. Deciding that she wanted a better look, the redhead reached out a hand to pluck it from his finger. He was alerted to her attempt almost immediately.

“Please don’t take my ring off, Sam,” her brother requested.

Now caught, and at the sound of his request, the red bombshell’s hand quickly retreated. It was his ring. If he didn’t want her taking it, what right did she have? He asked nicely after all.

Anything for your brother.

She rolled her eyes and let out a huff, shutting her eyes, “Fine….”

When the lingerie-clad volleyball captain opened them again, she saw Jessica pull away and spin around to look at her. Sam raised an eyebrow swearing her friend’s eyes were brighter for a moment. It was probably just the light of Simon’s room reflecting on her face. She didn’t have long to react as the blonde recovered her playful demeanor and poked a finger into her bosom.

“Your turn, Sammy! Truth or Dare!”

That bubbly little….

Sam growled and glared unimpressed at her best friend, “We aren’t done talking about what happened with you today!”

Jessica only frowned disappointedly in that response, her friend again tried to brush off the day’s events. Her eyes narrowed as her frown remained in place, an arm gripping the other in discomfort,

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay? It’s not making me feel better….”

The former cheerleader watched the current captain cross her arms once more and brushed her hair away again over her ear in disappointment,

“Tiffany really crossed over the line today, okay? She said a lot of things that she can’t take back. Having confronted her about it, I really don’t want to get into them again. So are we playing or what?”

The redhead saw the pain growing on her friend’s face as the frowning blonde looked at her again. Jessica stared into her eyes with her emerald orbs, determined to move on,

“Truth or Dare, Sammy.”

Sam shook her head again stubbornly. She wasn’t going to let her best friend get off that easy. Not when she could help her, “No, Jess, talk to me. What happened? Why is it bothering you so much?”

“Truth or Dare.”

The blonde’s voice grew colder as she remained determined to move on and keep playing their game. Sam could see the hurt even under the masks that Jessica could put on for everyone. It was in that seething in her voice. Tiffany had done something unforgivable, Sam knew that, but Jessica would’ve been talking her ear off about it to her, especially her, the redhead believed,

“She was our friend; I introduced you two; I feel like I deserve the right to know what happened. It’s not right how she’s been behaving toward you. We need to….”

“Truth. Or. Dare!”

Jessica was glaring at her now, arms at her sides, fists clenched as she became angered at the lack of response. The change in her body language made the redhead shake her head and finally growl back to match the growing hostility she felt from her,

“Fine! Truth, then!”

Then Jessica snapped,

“Did you really quit cheerleading because you hated it? Or was it because I became captain?”

Sam felt her heart stop. Her green-blue eyes went wide with the suddenness of the issue being raised. A nervous gulp **** down her throat as the redhead glanced over at her brother sitting behind him. Her father’s hazel eyes looking through her at him and knowing the truth already. After all, only her family really knew the truth.

And now her best friend glared at her over it. Suddenly the entire momentum and confrontation had flipped back onto her from the blonde.

Shit.

Shit! Why did it have to be that question?

The Harris sister pulled her red hair away from her ear and looked away from her friend. Instead of anger, the former teammate’s demeanor began to show their nerves, “I mean, I had a lot on my plate already…I couldn’t be everywhere at once…I had to drop something, it wasn’t….”

“Sammy….”

The lingerie-clad red bombshell looked to the lingerie-clad-blonde bombshell, who now seemed hurt more by the attempt to dodge the question than the answer itself. The cheerleader’s voice turned soft and dropped the anger it held only moments prior. Sam felt her heart stop as she saw the sadness in the blonde’s face and emerald green eyes. This was why she hadn’t wanted to tell Jessica the real reason. Jessica was her best friend, but she was childish; she was a pain, but the blonde was also one of the most sensitive when the façade of having to be popular fell away. A rich, only child upbringing meant the cheerleader had been sheltered nearly her whole life. As a result, she had been burned easily as Sam had witnessed.

The memory of how broken her friend looked the previous night came to mind. The way her speech had been shaken and how she broke down in her own guilt over bullying Simon made Sam worry that it was about to happen again. The way she talked about herself was as if she wasn’t human. Jessica had been on the verge of breaking again.

Only this time, it would be her fault. Sam struggled with that knowledge as she finally found something she swore to keep from her friend,

“I…I…I didn’t want to lie, but you left me ****….”

The blonde quietly let out a small gasp as she covered her mouth, but someone else interjected,

“So…it’s true…you were really going to be named Captain over me…after how hard I….”

This hurt. Hearing how Jessica pieced things together, finally knowing what Sam tried to keep from her, made the teenager’s chest twist in pain. How could they tell Jessica something like that? How was she supposed to answer this question? The redhead asked to herself.

“Sam didn’t want to fight you for it, Jess.”

Both girls turned the only male in the room as he sat on the bed and looked down at his hand, Sam’s eyes widening as she stormed toward her brother’s sudden interruption. Why was he still here for this?

“This isn’t any of your business, Simon, I….”

“Bullshit.”

She froze in shock as her brother, her innocent, dork, thickheaded sibling, stood from the bed and sighed as he now spoke in a more authoritative tone. His hazel eyes now looking down at her as she looked up,

“You don’t think any of us noticed how upset you were when you quit that day? Jess and the others don’t live with you to see what happened when you got home, but I do. I didn’t want Jess to be hurt either, but Tiffany did. She deserves to know what really happened now, so tell her the truth, Sam!”

Sam lowered her head, and she didn’t look at her brother’s face, instead of brushing against him and sitting on the bed in front of them. The redhead tried to best process how to handle this as she watched the white lingerie dance in her peripheral before Jessica sat next to her.

“When Tiffany gave her speech, some of the others started talking about how they wanted you to be Captain if you hadn’t quit…that Peralez would’ve picked you….”

Sam noticed how soft and saddened her blonde friend’s words sounded as she spelled out what had happened at practice. Then, a noticeable thud made it obvious that her brother had taken a seat next to her on the other side.

“They made it sound like it was my fault. I didn’t want you to quit, Sammy….”

The former cheerleader sighed at her friend’s newfound guilt. The red-haired bombshell rubbed her face and sighed in frustration. She let the words come out slowly and remembered how she felt at that time,

“You were so damned set on becoming captain…Tiffany lit a fire under you, and you lobbied more than I ever saw…you begged me to help you because you wanted it so badly.”

The red-haired firebomb looked at her friend as her emerald eyes looked back while listening, “And then, one day, Coach Peralez came up to me and told me that I would be captain. She was insistent on it, but I knew how hard you were trying. You practically put everything you had into that and were taking down anyone in your way. I remember how Tiffany would give you info on other suitors, and you take them out like that.”

Sam snapped her fingers at the end of her statement as Jessica suddenly reacted by looking down at herself with a blush. As she processed her best friend’s words, the cheerleader then began to look saddened at the perspective given to her. The volleyball captain shook her head and spoke as bluntly as she could,

“Jess, you’re my best friend. I knew how hard you wanted to try and get it, so I decided….”

Next to her brother and the blonde, Sam swallowed a knot down her throat,

“I decided that I’d rather have you as my friend than be named Captain anyway…instead of having you think I betrayed you for something I didn’t need.”

The head cheerleader sniffled as she felt immense guilt at hearing her friend’s story, “But did you…want it?”

Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes as she confessed,

“Yeah, I did. You should’ve heard Coach telling me about all these opportunities, scholarships, talent scouts…she told me I couldn’t mess it up; I was the best thing ever, yadda yadda, all of that…I was going lead us into the State Finals, so it wasn’t up for negotiation.”

The energetic redhead reached a hand and placed it over her friend’s with a smile, “I wish I could have had both, obviously. We’re besties, though. I wasn’t going to just let Peralez push you aside for me. I even wanted her to make you Co-Captain, and she said she didn’t do Co-anything. Passing you up without giving you a chance was wrong. I couldn’t go through with it. You deserved that shot as much as anyone, right?”

Jessica’s face turned slightly pink as she smiled again, “Y-Yeah….”

An awkward silence formed between them as both young women and one young man sat on his bed in thought.

“I didn’t want you to quit,” the blonde quietly admitted as she clenched on her friend’s hand,

“After how everyone acted today, it would have been nice to have you there again. You should’ve told me.”

“If I told you, would you have taken it well?”

“Probably not….”

Both young women sighed as they looked down at themselves and went silent. Each struggling to find something to say to make the conversation turn around. The air only became tenser the more prolonged the silence between them lasted.

This was not how she wanted her night to go. So the redhead resolved to follow an age-old tactic. Sam frowned at the growing tension around her and quickly jabbed her brother with her elbow.

Simon’s body didn’t move, but her brother did as expected,

“Ow.”

“Ow,” she mimicked along with her sibling.

Jessica could not stop the smile forming on her face as the redhead became infected by it. Both young women let out a giggle at him as Simon began scratching his head,

“What’s so funny?”

“You are,” his sister said with a smirk. Her hand quickly messing up his hair, and drawing her best friend’s attention,

“Isn’t he, Jess?”

“Yes,” the blonde suddenly smiled and let out another giggle before Jessica crawled over and pulled her boyfriend onto his back, then nuzzled his boyish face happily,

“Silly Simon….”

Sam smirked as he blushed again at two attractive girls still in their lingerie over him. He really didn’t know how to process this, did he? Yes, he was her brother. Part of her would be disgusted if he started to leer at her like so many of the tragic suitors he had witnessed in her wake. However, he was also a good brother. Watching him squirm and not be a pervert was an adorable sight. Jessica caught his eyes and gaze quickly, though. Her best friend also looked back at her brother differently than anyone else.

“Okay, Jessie. I think it’s your turn. Simon gets to ask.”

The blonde shot her head up in sudden realization, “W-Wait…what?”

For a thickheaded dork, Simon still picked up on some things rather quickly as he smiled,

“Truth or Dare, Jess.”

“Oh! Um,” the blonde looked down at her brother as if asking for permission, then popped her head back up.

“Dare!”

“Make out with me.”

Sam felt her face fall flat as she watched her giggling best friend straddle her brother’s waist and start to kiss her brother on the lips and then open her mouth. The redhead felt her cheeks flush as the heat built up in her face. Were those two idiots actually full-on tongue wrestling in front of…

“Mmm!” the sound of her friend’s moaning made Sam’s back straighten out as she slapped the blonde in the ass.

“Okay! That’s enough!”

Jessica growled in disapproval as she pressed the bottom of her feet together and let out a huff, “Fiiiiiiiine! Your turn, Master! Truth or Dare!”

Simon remained on his back as he looked up at the stars on his ceiling and left his mouth agape, “Uhhh, I don’t know, um…Truth?”

Jessica giggled and bounced as she looked up and tried to think of an idea, “Okay, um….”

Sam smirked and turned herself around to crawl over and whisper some advice into her best friend’s ear. Of course, the best way to make the young man squirm was to make him open up about something, “See if he’s been spying on our sleepovers. I bet he really wanted to….”

The blonde smirked, shook her head, and whispered back, “I have a better one….”

The cheerleader smiled and crawled over her boyfriend and his innocent-looking expression again, “Okay, Master. Did you ever have any naughty fantasies about a squad of cheerleaders when we spent nights in your house?”

Simon’s left cheek puffed as he squinted his eyes at his sister snickering next to them. At least that remained consistent. His face turned red again as he finally exhaled and sputtered,

“Maybeoneortwo….”

Sam intentionally held up a hand to her ear as she leaned forward, “What was that, Simon? We didn’t quite catch that? Can you….”

“Cosplay.”

A smirk of satisfaction graced the redhead’s lips as she watched her brother’s fingers fidget as Jessica raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Cosplay?”

“Cosplay,” Simon repeated.

Of course, Jess wouldn’t know what that was. The girl was too sheltered into her popular girl environment to know anything fun, “Costume Roleplaying. It’s people who dress up as their favorite characters from stuff and usually go to conventions. Kevin planted that into your head, didn’t he?”

Her brother’s eyes glanced up at her innocently, and then he fidgeted back down as he sighed, “We um, might’ve fantasized about you as anime characters for when I told him I got kicked out of the house; because of one of your cheerleader parties….”

Sam snorted, “Did you ever hear the one about him and the neighbor’s dog?”

Simon’s face scrunched again, “I found out about that this morning….”

Jessica shifted her eyes between the two siblings innocently as she had lost track of the conversation. She looked curiously upward with her head bowed as she opened her mouth,

“Um, I’m still lost….”

Sam rolled her eyes and laid herself on her left side with her head and feet facing the opposite direction of her brother. The blonde cheerleader repositioned herself on her knees as she listened on as the redhead spoke,

“You know how Zara, Lauren, Amber, and a few of the others refer to Kevin as Scotty? Well, that’s because the neighbor’s dog caught him while he tried to spy on us at one of our parties after Simon told him why he was visiting our grandparents.”

The blonde’s emerald eyes were blank before she realized the memory and nodded, “Ohhh yeah…I was in the bathroom…didn’t I have someone put a stuffed dog toy in his locker to bark at him?”

The redhead scoffed and shook her head, “Knowing you? Probably, but I remember we sang that song all week. Y’know, Scotty doesn’t know that Fiona and Me do it in my van every Sunday….”

Jessica smiled and then picked up on the lyrics, “She tells him he’s in church, but she doesn’t go, and she’s on her knees and….”

Both girls pointed at each other and smiled simultaneously in their face as they got on their knees and sang along,

“Scotty doesn’t know! Oh scotty doesn’t know. Oh! So don’t tell Scotty! Scotty doesn’t know!”

Even Simon let out a smirk as both teenage girls laughed and smiled together at the memory and Sam continued to smile, “Man, I wish you could have seen his face, Jess! Just this little terrier dog!”

The blonde laughed, “Y-Yeah…sorry I missed it. Gosh…those parties were fun. I miss you at them.”

Sam felt her heart twinge and sadly smiled at that as she looked back at her friend, “I miss that too, Jessie….”

“Too bad Myers is throwing one on Friday,” Simon sighed, “Jess wasn’t invited.”

“Like I even want to be part of that horror show anyway,” the blonde scoffed and shook her head.

Sam watched the frowns return to their faces as she raised an eyebrow at the news. So new Jessica joined the squad and was throwing a party, huh?

“You think she’s doing it to get back at you for Brad getting expelled?” the redhead asked curiously, “She’s supposedly Brad’s cousin….”

“Something like that….” Jessica grumbled in annoyance.

The blonde rubbed her arm and sighed,

“In any case, there’s only going to be half of them there, anyway. The rest aren’t going.”

“Ah, too bad….”

Jessica glanced up to her friend as Sam snickered and smiled deviously, “I think it’d be pretty fun if we went over and crashed it.”

The redhead watched as her best friend shifted eyes over to her brother, who was already locked on her as the cheerleader tilted her head and then became immediately flustered,

“I-I don’t think that’d be such a good idea, Sammy! I mean-yeah, ruining her fun would be one thing, but what if it’s a total house of horrors? It could get really perverted….”

The red bombshell couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s response. Only Jessica could be so childish after holding her rich little nose up toward someone, especially that last Part,

“Jeez, Jessie, you sound like there’s going to be some sort of damned orgy at her house. What? It’s not like Brad will show up. He skipped town, didn’t he?”

Again, strangely, Jessica turned back, unsure toward Simon as he remained frozen in place, still locked on the ceiling. The Doofus. Sam rubbed her forehead as she inwardly cursed to herself for bringing up the topic of the blonde’s ex-boyfriend a day after having to console her.

“Right. Right…wrong topic,” Sam sighed in frustration.

With her gaze turned away, the former cheerleader felt the bed move as she glanced up to see her best friend’s emerald eyes inches from her face. Sam nearly jumped off the bed in surprise as she held up an arm and leaned backward,

“Gah! What now?”

“It’s Master’s turn….”

Both Harris siblings seemingly stiffened simultaneously as the redhead glanced over to the log of her brother as he began to blush in the cheeks again. The seemingly innocent look on his face made his sister smirk. Her brother was a giant teddy bear. What was the worst thing he could do to her? Sam straddled herself over the dork’s waist and pinned his arms just to play it safe.

“Okay then, bro. I’ll save you the time and say Truth.”

Simon swallowed the knot in his throat and closed his eyes to release the stress in his body. Only after she watched her awkward giant of a brother release a heavy sigh did he compose himself and open his eyes.

“How many girls have you kissed, and who was the first?”

What the fuck!

Sam’s eyes snapped as she yanked her hands away from his wrists and felt her heart race. Her green-blue eyes went wide as she jumped off her brother and pushed her back against his pillows and bed frame.

“Wh-What the hell, Simon! What kind of question is….”

“What?” he only acted curiously.

The big dork hadn’t a clue why that question would be so personal! Of course, he wouldn’t, but he began to explain anyway,

“Jess told me she kissed girls before, and you teased me before that you had more girls kiss you than me, so I was curious….”

Sam felt her heartbeat race as she darted her eyes to the nervously smiling cheerleader who ducked behind her boyfriend’s shoulders for protection. Flustered and on the defensive, Sam shook her head in disbelief,

“I really wish you’d forgotten about that! Why does your memory have to be so stupidly good?”

Her brother had always been her own personal stenographer in a family where her mother was brutally honest, and her father occasionally lost his tact. Why did it have to be her? Sam’s eyes squinted toward the emerald orbs peeking from behind her brother.

“You fucking traitor….”

Exasperated, the redhead ran her hands rapidly over her scalp and shook her head as she growled. Red locks and bangs flew in the air as she whipped her head back up and continued to look away at her brother,

“I don’t know, like…maybe…four or five? I-It’s not that important….”

What? Was her brother trying to insinuate she was a lesbian or something? He would’ve already known if she was.

Simon remained frozen in place while folding his feet together and that damned curious look written all over his face. His awkward nature once again filled his room with awkward silence. Paranoid, Sam glared at her best friend and back at her brother,

“Did she tell you or something?”

“Tell me what?”

The redhead groaned and fell over on her side with her hands covering her face. The imitation of her brother ended when she bent one of her long, toned legs and arched her back slightly. When the volleyball captain removed her hands from her face and revealed her reddened cheeks, Simon was averting his gaze with his own blush.

“You’re so thickheaded…Jessie!”

The blonde let out a squeak as her best friend snapped her name and crawled out from behind her brother as Sam’s finger directed her brother toward his girlfriend.

“There, satisfied, Simon?”

Her brother’s hazel eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he began to sweat and let out a slightly pained groan from the side of his mouth. As Sam sat up in embarrassment, her brother fell on his side again with both lingerie-clad beauties looking at him.

The redhead rolled her eyes and found herself looking at her best friend, who bowed her head and looked up at her. Both Eastlake Captains began to feel warm as their faces flushed. Sam began to scold the blonde out of a flustered sense of embarrassment,

“This is your fault, y’know!”

“M-My fault?”

“You shouldn’t have told him you kissed girls! Now he’s going to have his brain polluted by imagining it….”

The flustered blonde glared at her and shot back, “If I remember right, Sammy, the only reason we made out was because of Tiffany when we were playing this stupid game at my house!”

“Then what about that other time, Miss Perfect?”

Jessica’s flustered face turned a deeper shade of red as Sam could see it spreading to her chest. The blonde was feeling the heat as she snapped back,

“We were curious, and you know it!”

Sam felt her eye twitch as a headache once again spawned, but both girls suddenly froze as the only male in the room barked with a pillow covering his ears,

“Stop yelling!”

Her brother was openly sweating as his skin flushed and his jaw clenched shut. Jessica’s head turned faster than the redhead’s as she quickly crawled over and began to rub her boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, Master….”

Sam looked at her brother as he kept his eyes downcast and still attempted to process over the two young women barking at one another. Of course, she should have expected him to be like this when finding out his own sister made out with his girlfriend before he had. It was rough when two people revealed something they kept from someone close.

“Ah, crap, Simon….”

He pouted as his sister sat in front of him and took a moment to rub her forehead. A mumble escaped his disgruntled lips,

“I want to play a different game….”