Jay returns with goodies and a plan

"Well..." Kyle began, but was saved by the re-appearance of Jay.

"What the hell?" Trent stared at the armload the gasping Jay had. "What is this?"

Jay grinned down at the items he cradled. "That one," he nodded at the large black rubber object Kyle had picked up to stare at, "Is my sister's butt-plug."

Kyle dropped it with a cry, jumping backwards, where he vigorously rubbed his hand on Amanda's pillow.

"Relax," Jay grinned. "She washes it every night when she takes it out."

"Do I even want to know why she wears it?" Trent asked dazedly, imagining his friend's pretty sister with the object embedded in her.

Jay shrugged. "Don't know. I guess she likes it up the butt. She sure talks alot about it with her boyfriends."

"Ew," was all Kyle could say, then pointed. "That's a fake dick!"

"Yeah," Jay grinned again, "That one's my mom's."

"Oh God," Kyle groaned.

Trent covered his eyes. "And how do you know that?"

"She uses it all the time when my dad's out on business trips. Banging his mistress, actually."

"Your dad has a mistress?" Kyle stared. "How do you know that?"

Jay held up an expensive looking camcorder. "He tapes his encounters with her. Don't worry, I put in a fresh tape."

"You've got a seriously weird family," Trent muttered.

"These are my dad's pills. Well, they're for my mom, actually. He slips them into her drinks and she doesn't remember a thing as he bangs her all night."

"Not going to ask," Trent murmered.

"These others are for him, so he can keep it up all night. Or keep it up for his girlfriend."

"Are those... cuffs?" Kyle asked, daring to inch closer.

Jay nodded. "Technically they're my mom's, cause she likes being handcuffed, but my sister found them and uses them alot with her boyfriends."

"Oh God," was all Trent said.

Kyle inched even closer, eying them with interest. "Does your sister have a boyfriend right now?" he asked.

"Kyle!" Trent barked, and they all froze, heads swivelling to Amanda with their eyes wide as saucers. The girl did nothing but mutter something incomprehensible, her finger twitching against her butt.

"That reminds me," Jay nodded towards something dangling. "I've got a whip, a ballgag, and some rope. Oh, and a blindfold, but I don't think we'll need that. With the other stuff she wouldn't remember if she was **** by a sheep farm."

"Sheep farmer?" Kyle asked quizzically.

"Nevermind," Trent said weakly. "Maybe we should just, you know, leave."

"Are you nuts!?" the other two exclaimed, and they all froze to look at Amanda again. As before she simply muttered and twitched and went back to **** and drunken bliss.

"Let's just bang her," Kyle suggested hopefully.

"And have her wake up screaming ****?" Trent arched a brow.

"Exactly!" Jay nodded emphatically, unable to make the finger-up 'I've got an idea' gesture he was dying to make. "We need to make sure she's docile, then move her somewhere else."

"What? Why?" Trent asked.

"Well if we take her here we can be accused of burglary and ****. If we take her elsewhere..."

"It's just ****?" Trent asked scathingly.

"No no no," Jay shook his head. "We can say we were having fun, she passed out, and we were finishing what we started."

"Sounds good to me," Kyle piped up. "Let's do it and fuck her."

"That's because you're an idiot. It doesn't matter where we do her."

"Sounds good to me," Kyle nodded. "Let's fuck her."

"What if one of our parents comes past and hears us, then comes in to investigate?"

"We lock the door," Trent glared.

"Has that actually worked for you?" Kyle asked wide-eyed.

Trent reconsidered. "Let's move her."

"And fuck her!" Kyle said.