With Friends Like These

As Zack and Gavin came closer, rallying around the despondent Victoria Walker, Brandon took Madison’s hand and pulled her aside. She turned to face him, her back to the others, her hand still in his, and looked up into his hard, determined face. He watched her for a few seconds, his eyes scanning hers, trying to decide what the right question to ask was.

“Who’s cum is that?” He opted for bluntness.

Madison pulled her hand from his and told him pointedly, “Not now.”

He frowned, watching his twin sister return to Victoria’s side, sitting by her on the bed, while Zack knelt beside her, Gavin standing just behind him. It wasn’t that he was unsympathetic to Victoria, but Madison was his priority. As tactless as he thought Ashley’s treatment of Victoria was, he found the way she took it out on Madison abhorrent. He had allowed it because Madison had agreed, but he knew he would find a way to get back at her for that. But even his anger played second fiddle to his need to know who Madison had fucked earlier that night.

“Ashley was out of line,” Zack said to Victoria, placing a hand on her leg. “Don’t take what she said personally. She’s mad at me and is taking it out on you. Give her a couple of days and she’ll be your friend again.”

“Or don’t,” Madison countered, with an arm around Victoria’s shoulders. “You don’t need friends who are going to abandon you at the first sign of trouble.”

“Except, she didn’t. She wanted to help,” Gavin noted, tilting his head thoughtfully. “It’s just that the lies pushed her too far.”

“She was crazy,” Brandon argued. “Just look how she made Madison strip in front of everyone, all for a dress. That’s not the act of a rational mind.”

“We’ve all lied,” Zack reminded him. “Most of us for far more trivial reasons than Shawn Lewis getting in our heads.”

“Hey, I’m not trying to accuse anyone of anything,” Gavin said hurriedly, raising his hands in surrender. “I totally get that this all goes back to Shawn Lewis. But you can only expect people to take so much, even your friends. Pushing Ashley to the edge, and then backing off and saying someone else made you do it, of course she’s going to lash out at Victoria, rather than some abstract man she can’t shout at.”

“Sounds childish to me,” Madison said.

“If she wants to shout at someone, she should shout at me. I’m the one who decided to break up,” Zack insisted, before looking back at Victoria. “You did the right thing. You told me you lied, and I told you I wasn’t happy about it, but it helped me figure out that Ashley’ intentions weren’t what they seemed, remember?”

“That she’s a cheating bitch?” Brandon asked rhetorically. “Amazing you didn’t figure that out from when you both lied and screwed me over.”

“Not helping, Bran,” Madison told him sternly.

“At least you punched the right person,” Zack replied, only momentarily glancing over his shoulder at the quarterback before looking back to Victoria. “Listen, Ashley shouldn’t be mad at you, but I know that feels like a poor consolation because she is mad at you, and right it now that feels raw and it hurts, and feels like it’ll always hurt. I bet it seems like there’s no way back. After what happened with me, Brandon and Ashley, I’d burned a lot of bridges too and it seemed like there was no way to rebuild them. But look at us now. Chloe and I are back on amicable terms, Brandon can stand in the same room as me and I think Madison has gone five minutes without threatening my life. That’s bound to be some kind of record.”

“Well it helps that you’re not being a dumbass who thinks with his dick,” Madison teased, gently pushing him with her bare foot. “But just for that I’m definitely smothering you in your sleep tonight.”

Victoria cracked a smile.

Kurt entered the room, wearily sighing, but surprised to find Victoria smiling. The four friends were gathered around her, attempting to lift her spirits and it seemed that they had succeeded. She raised her head, her soft smile growing as she watched Kurt cross the room to her side.

“Seems like I left you in good hands,” Kurt admitted, Chloe’s words still swimming around his brain.

“The best,” Victoria agreed, looking between Madison and Zack, whose hands were still on her. “But I’m just tired really.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long day. A couple of long days, actually.” Kurt ran a hand down his face, pulling at the skin. “I think we could all do with some sleep.”

“That means shoo,” Madison said, taking her arm from around Victoria and gesturing with both arms for the others to go, like herding sheep.

Brandon pouted at being made to leave. He was sure that Victoria did need to rest, but he was sure that Madison was only so eager for him to leave so that she could avoid having any real conversation with him about the emotions he felt and the cum he’d seen on her underwear. But it seemed that discussion would have to wait. And yet, he wasn’t out of options yet, though it would require help from someone he didn’t want help from.

Once they were out the door, Madison turned back to the room, her eyes falling on the deflated airbed on the floor. “I guess I should get pumping.”

“I’ll do it,” Kurt offered, walking over. “In fact, why don’t I sleep here, and you can take the bed with Victoria?”

“You sure?” she asked, watching him unfold the bed. She narrowed her eyes and smirked. “It’s a big bed. I bet it’d fit three.”

A tempting proposition, one, earlier in the week, that Kurt would have been unable to resist. Sandwiched between two hot girls all night sounded almost like heaven to the young man’s ears. But, with both girls having been so recently in contact with Shawn Lewis, the possibility of it all just being another mind game troubled Kurt. He couldn’t, in good faith, agree, knowing that, if put in that situation with two gorgeous young women, he wouldn’t be able to stop him in the heat of the moment.

“No,” he said, his manhood hating him for speaking the word. “I’ll be good here.”

In the hallway, Zack and Gavin turned and headed towards the bedroom they shared. Before they’d taken more than a few steps however, Brandon called out, making them pause.

“Zack,” he said, loudly, cocking his head in his direction. “A word.”

The dark-haired teen nodded, once to Brandon, then to Gavin, indicating that it okay for his best friend to leave him alone with his ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend who just several nights ago had clocked him for the affair. Bygones hadn’t quite become bygones yet, but Zack felt confident that Brandon wasn’t about to hit him again. Well, 60/40, at least.

“What’s up?” Zack asked, as Brandon looked around the hall to check that they were alone.

“Listen, I know something happened at the club, Madison fucked someone at the club.” Brandon waved a hand to dismiss the obvious questions. “Don’t ask me how I know, but I do, alright. I mean, you say the underwear she gave to Ashley. Those were fresh cum strains.”

“Uh, I guess,” Zack agreed, uncomfortable talking about cum and Madison with her brother. “What’s that got to do with me? You don’t think I-”

“No, I don’t think you’d be stupid enough to screw me over twice. And honestly, it sounds like you had enough going on between Ashley and Victoria,” Brandon assured him, shaking his head. “But, I already asked Kurt and Gavin and neither of those two saw her with anyone. So, I’m asking you. Did you?”

“I did,” Zack confessed. Lying had caused enough problems tonight, though Zack hadn’t originally intended on telling Brandon but only because he thought he’d dealt with the issue. Then again, the truth hadn’t helped much either. Still, with all the trouble between them recently, Zack felt he owed it to Brandon to be honest. “It looked like she was leaving with Trent Thornton. I intercepted them and told them it was a bad idea to try and make you jealous like that. I thought I’d gotten to them before anything had happened, but I guess I was too late.”

“Trent?” Brandon echoed, shocked.

Trent Thornton was another of Brandon’s supposed friends. He played on the high school football team with Brandon so their friendship was also a competitive one. Trent was always trying to out do him, on and off the field, but Brandon had always won. He was the quarterback and he was the one with the hot, cheerleader girlfriend. Or he was. Now, he was the one having sex with his sister that he couldn’t tell anyone about. Brandon was aware that Trent always had his eye on Madison, but so long as Brandon had been around, Trent had never tried anything. Until now, and it seemed he hadn’t wasted anytime.

So, what about those feelings of humiliation and regret? Had Madison second-guessed her plan to make him jealous? If that were the case then, why had she been preparing to leave with him just as Zack had suggested? Brandon had no reason to suspect that Zack was lying, his story seeming genuine. Something wasn’t adding up though.

“Is that everything?” Brandon asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“No, actually, there was one other thing,” Zack remembered. “She invited him to the cabin, tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Brandon’s mind whirled. Well, he’d be at the cabin tomorrow, so Trent wasn’t likely to trying anything while he was around. Unless, if Madison didn’t care, Trent might not be so bothered either. He had to think of a way to stop it. “Thanks man.”

He slapped Zack congenially on the shoulder, and strode off towards the bedroom. The most obvious solution to his problem was simply to give in to Madison. That was all she really wanted after all, for things to go back to the way they were in the forest. It’s not like Brandon didn’t want that, but he knew Madison would be giving up a whole life of opportunities if she settled for that life with him. She was testing him, but maybe if he survived the test, she’d take the time to seriously consider what she wanted. Still, having to feel her while she fucked another man was bordering on torturous.

“EEK!”

Brandon opened the door to the bedroom without thinking. Or maybe living in a field for a few days had eroded his manners. Either way, he found himself standing in the doorway, a nearly naked Chloe covering her large breasts in her hands, only managing to cover her nipples from sight as she squished the heavy globes back against her chest. Her lower body was, thankfully, at least from her perspective, covered by a fresh pair of powder blue cotton panties, the ones she’d borrowed from Heather, stained with Gavin’s cum, laying discarded on the floor.

“Shit, sorry,” Brandon said, shielding his eyes. “I was told there was a free bed in here.”

“Oh, um, yeah,” Chloe smiled, biting her lip. “I’m sure I can find somewhere to put you.”