Brandon's confession

"I'm under orders to keep you away from the cabin," he said. Vicky's expression was blank, not comprehending what about that was so upsetting, what about that was making him clasp her tightly to him while his tears dripped onto her naked back.

"Huh?" she replied, somewhat insensitively. "Bran I'm sorry, I don't understand. Orders from who? Heather doesn't want me in the cabin?"

She could feel him shake his head. "No, I don't know who by. They've told me to... They told me not to sleep with Ashley."

It sounded like a joke, or like Brandon had gone insane. Vicky wanted to turn around, gauge his expression, but he was burying his face so deeply into her shoulder that she couldn't get away. "I thought you said..."

"No," Brandon cut her off. "It was me refusing sex with her."

Vicky was still too confused to know how to react. "Okay, start from the beginning Bran."

He took in a deep breath. "About a month ago I was at a party. Ash wasn't there, it was for one of the guys on the teams birthday, and I must have gotten pretty drunk because I woke up and someone had texted me pictures of me lying naked next to this girl. We must've... They said I'd fucked her, and if I didn't want Ash to find out I'd do as they said."

"You don't remember...?" Vicky asked.

"No, I don't remember doing anything with that girl. I don't even remember who she was."

"Of course not, I'm sorry Bran."

He sighed again before continuing. "Well, the first instruction was simple, and until this week it was the only instruction, and that was to stop having sex with Ash. She'd offer, or she'd try to initiate, and every time I just had to say I wasn't in the mood and roll over and try not to think about how sad it must be making her. We had a couple fights about it, but I just said I was getting stressed with the end of school coming up and all. She wasn't happy but she seemed to accept that."

"What did they ask next?" Vicky was trying to remain sympathetic, but the mystery-loving side of her couldn't help but inject fascination into her voice.

"They didn't say anything else until we went away to the cabin," Brandon replied. "I was asked to update them on everything we were doing. Everyone's movements, yours, Heather's, Zack's, Gavin's... Everyone. So I said we were going on a hike and the other's were going out on the lake and they said... They said I had to make Ash so upset she'd head back to the cabin."

"Then what?"

"I did it." He twisted his fingers over her navel. However he'd accomplished the task it was eating away at him. "I told them I'd done it, they asked me to keep updating them on everyone's movements, so I said when Heather and the guys were stuck and that Chloe was lost. They told me to keep you and Kurt away, and then it was now pretty much."

Vicky didn't reply for a moment, letting him sob as he held her. It seemed unbelievable, a situation right out of one of her detective novels, but this was real life, and there were the real relationships of her real friends to consider.

"Bran, I'm sorry but if this keeps going you and Ash will break up whether the pictures get sent out or not," Vicky told him. "You can't keep doing as they say anymore."

Brandon was silent for a moment. "You're right."

"If they want us kept away from the cabin, it stands to reason something must be going on there and we need to find out what," Vicky continued. "Is there anyone you can call for help?"

Brandon nodded, releasing Vicky as he pulled away from her, his soft cock sliding out from her with one last dreg of cum pouring from its tip. Vicky's eyes flashed as she saw it; even spent it was big as Dustin's had been hard, before she tore her gaze from it to look at him. His expression was miserable, but for the first time since they'd arrived at the cabin there was something behind it. He was no longer the glassy eyed automaton he had been.