Mind Playing Tricks on Me

Gabriela walked briskly into the great room until she stood above Skye and Lacey. Her hands moved to her hips as she surveyed the situation. Whitney smirked, Skye sat warily on her knees, and Lacey, on her back, looked up at her mother's best friend. The petite redhead, recognizing what was coming, tried to sink lower into the hardwood floor.

"I hope everyone had fun, got off, and now realizes how fucking stupid you acted. Seriously? I mean, seriously? What were you thinking?" Gabby rattled off the questions, not waiting for a reply. "Does anyone here know what the word discretion means? It means taking your fun into a room with a closed door when your parents are around?"

"Like going into a bathroom?" Whitney asked snarkily.

"Don't get smart with me, young lady! I saw the look on your father's face when you jacked off your boyfriend at the hot springs. He did not look pleased, and I'm willing to bet he had a stern talk with you over the matter."

The cheerleader captain's smug look vanished from her face.

"Shit! Whitney, your dad and the rest could be back any minute," Skye exclaimed, slapping her forehead at her forgetfulness.

"And it's not as if Rachel, Clive, and Bridget aren't right up there!" Gabby pointed to the open walkway on the second floor. "Not to mention Kimberly's nosey ass."

"Oh, shit! I forgot about that bitch," Whitney exclaimed for more reasons than one.

"Well, let's move then, people!" Gabriela commanded. "Whitney, put on some pants. Lacey, honey, put on any clothes. Someone wake up Austin and get him dressed. And, Skye--"

"I know. As the oldest, I should have known better than to join in."

"Yes, you're right about that. But, what I was going to say is, you need to get over to the front door and keep an eye out. If Harvey's group is coming, you need to stall them. Give us five minutes, if possible. Can you do that?"

"Absolutely," Skye responded, grabbing a tissue from the desk to wipe her mouth of any evidence. The brunette then hurried down the foyer.

"Lace, you need to get up. Imagine what's going to happen if your dad just sticks his head out of his room," Gabby remarked, pulling the redhead off the floor, noticing the girl's wobbly legs. "How much did you drink?"

"Here." Whitney handed over Lacey's top and pants to the older woman. "I think it's more from her just cumming."

"Good. We won't bother with underwear; her clothes should be enough," Gabby pointed out, pulling the top over Lacey's head. "Go help Austin out."

"Ugh! Do I have to?"

"Do you want your friend grounded until she goes off to college?"

"Fine," the teen begrudgingly agreed. Walking over to the star athlete, she leaned over and clapped loudly in front of his face. A second clap rapidly followed.

"Whitney!" Gabby fiercely whispered. "Keep it down."

"Oh, yeah, right." Whitney nudged Austin's chest with her foot. "Hey, time to get up."

"I'm so sorry, Aunt Gabby," Lacey whimpered while her mom's BFF helped pull her pants on. "I screwed up again."

Seeing her surrogate niece's eyes glistening with tears, Gabby paused her hurried movements. "It's okay, Lace. I'm not mad at you. I certainly did worse at your age. I just don't think Rachel can handle a second daughter acting like Lana. You need to be a good girl. You got that?"

"I will be," Lacey vowed, sniffling.

"Dumbass, get up!" Whitney's foot moved from nudging Austin's chest to now lightly kicking him in the face. "Mr. Stratton's on his way to the woodshed to get an ax. Boy, he looks pissed."

Austin shot up, nearly tumbling back over. Half-awake, he wildly scanned the room for Lacey's father.

"Don't worry; you got time. Get dressed before you run away." Whitney threw his pair of jeans into his face.

"Okay, Lace, have a seat on the couch for now." Gabriela helped the still dazed ginger to the couch before turning to Whitney. "We need to clean up that mess," she pointed to the wet rug and floor, "and do something about the smell. It smells like a whorehouse in here," she added when Whitney shot her a questioning look.

Before the two buxom women could start their cleanup, they froze in fear as a stair creaked. Glancing at each other first, their heads moved toward the direction of the stairwell, ignoring the sound of Austin tripping on his pants leg and falling to the floor.

A tired, unfocused Lana paused momentarily upon seeing the women. "Oh, hey. I'm beat, going to bed."

Sighing in relief, Whitney and Gabby unfroze as Lana shuffled past them, never glancing at the scene of the crime. They both almost jumped in fear as Lana spoke again.

"Night, Sean."

Sean stood in the bathroom door like a deer in headlights as Gabby and Whitney swung their heads in his direction. Mrs. Lockett's face held a worried expression, while Whitney's featured a big, bright smile.

"Hey, look, it's Sean!"

"Hi, Sean!" Lacey called out cheerfully, having perked up at the sounds of Whitney's loud announcement. The tired redhead then nodded back off.

"What have you been up to, Seanie? Haven't seen you in ages."

"Enough of that, Whitney," Gabby interrupted before the boy could answer. "Great, we could use your help."

"Help?"

"Yes, go get Austin off the floor, and take him back to the bunkroom."

"Do I have to?"

"What is with you kids these days...yes, you have to!

Standing in the foyer, Skye glanced nervously out the front window at the snowy driveway. She noticed a light on in the garage. Has that always been on? What if they just pulled the car inside, and I missed it. Should I run out there and check? Gabriela said to stall Harvey. Crap, why did I lose control again?

Inside the garage, Peyton winked as Round Three began in the back of her mom's sedan. Leaning down, she gently took hold of RJ's tool. There the pre-med student began to conduct a clinical examination of the organ in front of her. She lifted it this way and that way, up and down, side to side, all while noting in her brain its length and girth. The two testicles appeared to be slowly filling back up again, causing a Lana-like grin from the usually good girl.

Leaving her examination of his organ, Peyton looked up at RJ, who lay sprawled out on the backseat of her mom's car. The thrill of the moment had the blonde wondering if she should've done this sort of thing more back in high school. Unlike her friends, the good girl barely knew what The Lane looked liked. Snapping out of her thoughts, Peyton lowered her head a couple of inches, all the while meeting his eyes. Without looking, she extended her tongue and gave the underside of his cockhead a long lick. The shudder that spread through her friend's ex-boyfriend's body pleased the horny coed much.

RJ continued to moan occasionally, and his body twitch as Peyton's tongue swirled around his cockhead. Never venturing any lower, she performed a clockwise rotation, then a counterclockwise one.

"Feels so gooooodd," moaned Priscilla's ex.

The comment snapped Peyton out of the cocksucking trance she had entered. Lifting her mouth off, she wore a guilt-ridden face.

"I-I shouldn't be doing this; it's not right," the blonde stated. "You're my friend's truelove."

"No! You can't stop now! "RJ cried." How can something that feels this good be wrong? Come on, just a little more. You know the wrongness of this is getting to you."

"Ooooh, fuck, you're right," Peyton moaned, dropping her mouth back down.

On this trip, Peyton gripped his shaft with her right hand, slowly jacking him. The wrongness of the situation had RJ ready to pop way faster than he knew was possible. With that in mind, he acted out of instinct. The athletic stud lowered a hand to the back of the girl's head. Gently, he applied pressure, hoping she would take his dick further into her mouth. Apparently, the studious blonde liked his idea as Peyton's moans sent vibrations around his rod.

As Peyton intensified her cocksucking, RJ lost himself in pleasure at this surreal moment happening. With the way Peyton carried herself, he thought she might be inexperienced at this sort of activity, but Peyton's tongue definitely wasn't that at all. The college coed clearly had experience in the style of fellatio she performed with her tongue patterns, alternating of hands without missing a beat, and how she added a perfectly timed twist in her stroking of his shaft.

Either she'd learned a few things from her wilder friends, or Peyton's skills came naturally. Having heard the stories that his mom's friends said about the cheerleading squad from her school days, RJ wondered if Peyton hadn't inherited those skills from her attractive mother.

Wherever it came from, RJ sensed his impending explosion approaching. Tightly shutting his eyes, the athlete fought to hold off a little longer for his pride. He couldn't let uptight Peyton Tarver cause him to blow so fast. Not after already cumming twice. Still, the strain began to get to RJ. Bright lights and a low rumbling filled his mind. Or did they?

Opening his eyes, RJ raised his head up enough to see slightly out the open door that Peyton kneeled in. What he saw nearly caused him to blow his load in a panic.

"Oh, fuck! They're back!" RJ exclaimed, noticing a pair of headlights shining in through the nearly raised garage door. Fortunately, the Strattons' car sat between the car they fooled around in and the spot that Mr. Diamond would be pulling into within seconds. But if the driver glanced over as they pulled in, they might notice the ceiling light of the sedan on, the open door, or the blonde leaning forward into the car.

Unfortunately, the mouth forming a suction seal over his cock didn't hear or possibly care about his warning. Peyton continued to suck and stroke his cock, bringing RJ nearly to the edge. Tapping the blonde hair on the top of her head, RJ warned her gain.

"They're back, Pey. They're coming!"

"Then cum!"

Peyton's pulling off of RJ's cock to implore him to cum proved to be the wrong move. The change of pressure and feeling caused the on-edge young man to blow. Squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy, RJ missed the view of his first ropes of sperm shooting up into the air, splattering onto the car's ceiling. Opening his eyes on his third shot, RJ saw the combination of awe and panic on Peyton's face as she witnessed her mother's sedan get soiled. Attempting to stop any more sperm from possibly staining the fabric, the blonde yanked his cock down, unintentionally pointing its cannon at herself.

Already finding himself in a pinch-yourself-moment, RJ watched as his fourth and fifth spurts landed on the beautiful blonde's face. The weaker sixth shot barely missed landing on Peyton's chin; instead, it fell onto her naked chest.

Aware that he was spent, RJ reached down, grabbed Peyton under the armpits, and yanked her on top of him. With Mr. Diamond's black SUV coming to a stop inside the garage, RJ knew they had mere seconds to hide. Spinning around on the backseat, the football star found himself on top of the leggy girl, but his mind wasn't on her flawless body. Instead, he turned around, reached out until his fingers barely touched the door handle, and pulled. The sedan's door slammed shut simultaneously as the SUV's engine shut off.

"You came on my face!" Peyton squealed, luckily getting muffled because her face was pushed into the seat.

"Quiet, or they'll discover us," RJ hissed. That's if they didn't already.

"They're pulling into the garage!" Skye's shout echoed down the hall.

Bracing his hand against the dining room table, Sean felt like he was experiencing déjá vu. Didn't I just go through this last night with Lacey? He wondered as he opened the French doors. Dragging Austin inside without looking, Sean heard a snort, a squeal, and rustling.

"Sean!" Finn hissed, jumping up to slam the French doors shut behind the two teens.

Looking to his left, Sean had a momentary glimpse of Ellie's naked ass as she scrambled to cover herself with a blanket. Then, continuing his turn, the teen saw Finn standing by the door, naked except for a throw pillow covering his groin.

Note to self: Don't use that pillow for the rest of our stay.

"Uh, sorry, guys," Sean apologized but couldn't stop his big mouth from blurting out. "Looking good, Ellie."

"Really?" Finn groaned, giving Sean a soft push to keep moving. "We're going to have a talk about Lana's influence on you one of these days."

"Sorry."

"Wuw, ish see nerked?!"

Oh, fuck! Sean had seemingly forgotten the drunk quarterback hanging off his shoulder. Moving faster, Sean opened the door as the cold air hit him and Austin craned his head to see behind them.

"Ish hat Ory?"

"What?" Sean questioned before deciphering the intoxicated slurring. "No, that's not Rory! Geez, your sister isn't even here. No one is even there."

"Nooo! Ser nerked ger!"

Sean was oh-so tempted to shove his belligerent rival down the deck stairway after exiting the sunroom. Instead, he needed to make sure that Austin didn't remember seeing Finn and Ellie together. It's the least that he could do after disturbing their private moment.

"Naked girl? There wasn't any naked girl in there. It was a painting."

"Fentin? Whut nerked min oo?"

"Naked man too? That was a sculpture. For fuck's sake, don't you remember Mr. Diamond's art gallery from Whitney's tour?" Sean challenged as he studied how to get Austin down the lightly snow-covered stairs.

"Urt halery?"

"Yes, the art gallery. Now, let's worry more about climbing down the stairs before we get caught."

Austin spent most of the dangerous climb down the slippery flight of stairs muttering about Mr. Stratton, an ax, and not wanting to go through life dickless. Now, with the cabin fading from sight behind them, the self-centered athlete turned his attention to the person helping him walk.

"Ate yu, Serber, fuggin' 'ate yu," Austin slurred out. "Purple fink yu ice, yu ant."

Sean struggled to support the drunk teen's weight and understand his words. I think he said he hates me, and people think I'm nice, but I'm not. Oh, well, I'll have to deal with a broken heart, I guess.

"Lece nine, nine! I kill yu, kill yu."

What is this? Everyone Thinks Sean Wants Lacey Day? Screw this. I'm not putting up with this shit for the rest of the way.

"Hey, man! Stop calling me Tarver. You know I hate him too."

"Wut? Yu Serber!"

"Nah, what's wrong with you? Are you that drunk? I'm not Tarver; I'm Austin," Sean stated, befuddling the real Austin.

"Nooo, me Audin," the drunk teenager insisted.

"Man, you're really drunk, you know that. I'm Austin."

"U me?"

"You're Marcus. How can you forget that?"

"Macus?" Austin said, holding up his hand in front of his face. Squinting at his pale hand, he shook his head.

"Yeah, it's freezing out. That's why your hand turned white. Don't you remember? You crashed the party, pounded a shitload of beers, and got slapped by Whitney for grabbing her ass. Doesn't any of this ring a bell?" Sean asked.

"Sond like Macus. Itney's ass? I inn big tubble," Austin responded.

"Yes, you are, Marcus. Better just concentrate on getting back to our beds. Okay?"

"Tanks, Ainsen. Luv ya, mun."

"Uh, same to you, Marcus," Sean replied, rolling his eyes as the boathouse appeared around the bend.