Car Crash TV

Heather returned, in a loose top and cotton shorts, to the living room and found Ashley alone, lounging on the sofa, her feet up on the coffee table, television remote in hand. She looked around, which seemed to be becoming a habit when she entered a room these days, confirming that Brandon wasn’t with Ashley. His absence didn’t exactly surprise the dark-haired cheer captain. Despite their recent agreement that Heather was wrong not to keep fighting Hannah, they were still ex-boyfriend and girlfriend and the pain of Ashley’s betrayal was likely still fresh for the quarterback. Still, she was curious where the footballer player had disappeared to.

“Hey,” Heather greeted Ashley, the blonde simply looking around to denote her attention. “Where’d Brandon go?”

Ashley shrugged softly, sinking further into the couch, and said, “Dunno. He groaned and grabbed his stomach and bolted. So, toilet, I presume.”

“You think he got food poisoning?” Heather asked, concerned. Though when she thought about it, he’d been fine all day, and just several minutes ago when she’d talked to him one on one.

“Would it be that shocking?” Ashley asked, half shrugging her shoulders again. “I can’t imagine they’ve been eating all that well out in the camp.”

“Listen, about that, I’ve been thinking, I’d like Brandon and Madison to stay here again,” Heather began carefully, walking around and taking the seat next to her blonde friend. “It’s not healthy for them to be out there by themselves. If nothing else, they’re lucky none of the rangers have caught them frolicking naked-”

“What they’re doing isn’t healthy, full stop,” Ashley interjected, her body immediately tensing, the very thought of Brandon and Madison’s taboo union bringing the very real memories of watching Heather’s incestuous sucking of her father’s cock back to the forefront of her mind. Shaking her head and sighing she relaxed. “But I don’t mind. It’s Brandon and Madison you’ll have to convince to stay here with me.”

“I know,” Heather agreed softly, silently acknowledging that this was a difficult subject for Ashley. “I just didn’t want to spring this on you without a heads up.”

“Then consider me notified,” she said coolly, staring at the screen.

Heather settled in beside her, leaving a small space between them. Normally she might not be so delicate but Ashley was one of her best friends and it was clear that the revelation of Heather’s true relationship with her father was a difficult one for the blonde to swallow. Hell, sometimes it troubled Heather even to wrap her head around the what they were actually doing, but she simply could not deny the desires in her body. Now that she had tapped into them, they seemed never ending and all consuming, affecting her every waking thought.

Like right now, simply sitting staring at the television screen, Heather’s mind absently drifted off, wondering what her father was doing. She could imagine him, dapper in his shirt and tie, bent over a proposal, trying to piece together a new deal. Or, just as likely, she could imagine him bent over some slut, her legs sprayed wide on the couch in his office as he drilled her full of his cock. In her mind, she imagined Monica Bishop, though she had no reason to believe that their affair had continued after their night in the cave. But if Zack’s mom was feeling even a tenth of what Heather felt, she knew that Monica had went back to her father.

An affair that Hannah threatened to completely expose. Even if Zack’s paternity wasn’t changed, the reveal would lead to questions, questions that would undoubtedly expose the fact that Monica not only cheated on Zack’s father years ago, but had recently rekindled said affair. Zack’s family would be destroyed. Just thinking about it made her wish that Zack would hurry up and return to the cabin, so they could deal with this once and for all. Instead, she had to wait, and looked to the television to distract herself.

“What are we watching anyway?” Heather queried.

“Keeping up with the Kar-Smashians,”Ashely answered, bored.

“The Kar-Smashians?” Heather raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is that?”

“You’ve never watched it? It’s a big reality show about this family of car breakers,” Ashley explained, smiling but completely serious. “It follows their day to day lives as they run the junkyard, and their interpersonal relationships. There’s a whole family, mom, dad, five brothers and a single sister and they all work in the family business.”

“Oh, Kar-Smashian, car breaker,” Heather chuckled. “I get it.”

“Well, yeah, but their last name is actually ‘Smash’,” Ashley noted. “I think the dad legally changed his name back when he opened the business.”

“You’re not serious?” Heather sat agape at the ridiculousness that some people went to in order to sell themselves in pursuit of money. There wasn’t enough gold in all the world to make Heather give up the Ravers name.

“Yuh-huh,” Ashley confirmed nodding.

“Geez, you’re not still watching this trash?” Both girls turned their heads to see Brandon approach.

“You say that like you haven’t watched every single episode with me,” Ashley shot back, playfully.

“Because you made me,” Brandon insisted, and then to Heather, “I honestly think this is her favourite show. We’re in a golden era of television but this is what she watches.”

“Clearly my real life is dramatic enough that I don’t need to watch shows about **** dealers trying to make good by becoming chemistry teachers, or fantasy shows where they kill off all the ugly people with accents every season,” Ashley said defensively.

“Well, it’s not like we have anything better to do until the others get back,” Heather admitted, slouching into the sofa. “So, I guess I’ll see what all the fuss is about.”

“Great. I’ll get drinks,” Ashley declared eagerly, excitedly jumping to her feet. “Any orders?”

“Uh, any beer?” Brandon asked Heather.

“Should be some in the fridge,” the cheer captain remarked thoughtfully. “Get me one as well.”

“Three beers coming up,” Ashley half shouted, almost skipping into the kitchen.

“Wow, she really likes this show,” Heather laughed to herself,

"It's funny actually," Brandon remarked, smirking to himself. "For all Ashley's griping about our relationships, there's a lot of online speculation about the sister and one of the brothers. Personally, I think they play it up for the show, but a lot of people go really in-depth analysing the show and saw the chemistry between them is real. It's one of Ash's favourite shows and she can't see the **** right in front of her."

"You read about the show online?" Heather arched an eyebrow.

Brandon swallowed, his face glowing red as he realised what he just admitted to, his voice catching as he tried to think of an excuse, "Uuuuuuh..."

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." Heather gesturing that she was locking her mouth and throwing away the key. Then, looking at Brandon, she said, “Actually, while we’re alone again, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure,” Brandon offered. “Clearly, there’s very few secrets between us by now.”

“That’s true, but this isn’t really a secret. Just a request really,” Heather confessed, half frowning. “I don’t like the idea of you guys out in the forest alone. I know you’re safe enough and you couldn’t stay…but a lot has happened since then, and it’s been a few days. Don’t you think you’d enjoy your spring break more if you came back to the Cabin?”

“I don’t know…What Ash did is still raw, even if I’m putting it aside for the moment to deal with bigger issues. It sounds like a recipe for disaster honestly,” Brandon replied, knowing it was probably a bad idea, but the appeal of a proper bed was tempting.

“Just think about it, okay?” Heather asked, and then with a teasing smile, added, “And ask Madison about it. I’m sure she’d love the opportunity to do some incestuous coupling inside for a change. And a car doesn’t count.”

The quarterback groaned, imagining his lithe, little twin bouncing on his dick in an actual bed. His cock, still throbbing from his previous bathroom ejaculation, twitched at the idea. It was clear that his body liked the idea, but in his mind, he acknowledged that if Madison truly were to see other men, then that fantasy would have to remain as such. And if those ethereal feelings of arousal were anything to go by, Madison had already begun to move on, so would she even want to stay here with him at all?

Yet, it was the other feelings beneath the arousal that troubled him. Regret and humiliation. Just who had Madison been fucking in order to make her feel that way?