Cleaning Up the Mess

"That's enough for tonight," Taylor announced, stopping the next episode from starting up.

"What?!" Paris screeched. The young brunette on the floor had clearly been the most involved of anyone in Passion Peaks.

"Yeah, what the hell, Tay? It's still early," Hannah complained as Leon raced to follow Taylor's orders and turn the lights on.

"For you, maybe. Zack looks exhausted," Taylor said, gesturing toward her brother.

Everyone in the living room turned to find Zack sprawled into the back of the couch. His head propped up on the back of the sofa's headrest as he appeared to have dozed off. Only Poppy and Chloe suspected that he was most likely in a daze after blasting a load of cum. The older redhead found herself joining in with the chuckling over Zack's condition. If only they knew, she thought. At the other end of the couch, Chloe scanned the room, waiting for the perfect moment to escape.

"Aw, poor Zacky," Poppy teased, patting his knee.

"I guess watching the action wore him out," Hannah added, shaking her head in disbelief. "Virgins."

"Whoa, Zack's not a virgin," Leon declared from the side of the room.

"Ugh! I don't need to hear about my brother's sex life," Taylor replied, cringing.

"Maybe someone should help him to bed," Ashley suggested, glancing at her phone.

"I'm not helping the spoilsport. That's all on you," her older sister stated.

"Um, I, uh, need to pee, and I'm tired too," Ashley stumbled to say, jumping to her feet.

"Sure you are. You just want to go call your boyfriend," Hannah remarked.

"At least I have one," Ashley shot back. Outing herself, she blushed and left the living room.

"Great, I guess I should've seen this coming," Jared grumbled, getting to his feet. Walking over, he gave his old friend a light kick to the leg. "C'mon, Zack, it's time for bed."

"Not yet," Taylor interrupted, standing up herself. "Zack, don't even think about fleeing to your room," the brunette warned.

On the verge of freaking out, Chloe shot a look at Poppy. She couldn't understand why the older girl wasn't worried. It appeared that Taylor knew what happened under the blanket.

Lowering his head, Zack rubbed his face. Through his fingers, he noticed his sister standing in front of him with her arms folded. Unlike Chloe, Zack never considered that Taylor might have known what happened. Mainly because if she did, the older Bishop sibling would likely be in the middle of dragging Poppy out of the house by her long red hair.

"I'm tired, Tay. Can't this wait until morning?"

"Tomorrow is Friday morning. You know what that means." Zack groaned at Taylor's reminder. "Just because Mom is gone doesn't mean you can slack off in your chores."

Chloe's eyes blinked rapidly. She couldn't understand what Taylor meant. Did that mean she doesn't know about the handjob? Leon caught on first.

"Shit! I gotta take the garbage out," he exclaimed, rushing out of the room and the house.

"Garbage? The garbage! Oh, right. Hahaha!" Chloe got several curious looks as she laughed far too loudly over nothing.

Sitting up fully, Zack moved to stand up, but Poppy gave him a sharp elbow, disguised as part of a yawn, to his side. That's what saved Zack a world of embarrassment and a wave of questions. Leaning forward, he slyly pushed his dick back inside his pajama bottoms and redid the button.

"I'll take the garbage out. I swear," Zack reassured his sister while covering up the handjob evidence.

"You better. I don't need to be the one rushing outside at seven in the morning when the garbage truck rolls into the neighborhood. It's bad enough I have to clean up the kitchen," Taylor huffed.

"I can help," Paris offered, despite fidgeting. She really needed a little alone time after the show's sexy scenes.

"I'll help too!" Chloe added, rushing out of the living room.

"Not me. I must still have that soda that Leon spilled earlier all over my hands. They sure feel sticky," Poppy commented.

"Jesus, you okay?" Jared asked Zack, who had started ****.

Waving the stocky teen off, Zack gave a thumbs up to indicate he was fine.

"Are you going to help, Han?" Taylor questioned, knowing that her BFF would have an excuse.

"I need to help get Poppy set up in my room, first. Maybe after that," the busty blonde came up with on the fly.

"I think that I'll take a shower," Jared announced, getting several questioning looks. "With all you ladies in the house, I'm expecting the bathrooms to be full in the morning."

"Way to sound sexist," Hannah responded.

"At least with your bathroom habits, it's true," Taylor shot back before leaving the room.

"Here's another bag," Taylor said, handing-off a white garbage bag filled with kitchen waste.

"Another?!" Zack questioned in surprise as he entered the kitchen. He'd already taken the garbage and recycling containers out to the curb. His hope that he'd finished proved premature.

"Wait until you see how much garbage we'll have next week. I bet it will be double with all our guests," Taylor smirked after her brother groaned at her speculation.

"Wonderful," he muttered.

"Did you check and empty the cans from the rest of the house?"

"What? That's not my job!"

"It is with Mom gone. And no complaining," Taylor stated, sounding exactly like their mother.

"Yes, Mommy," Zack grumbled, grabbing a new garbage bag and stomping out of the kitchen. Paris barked out a laugh while Chloe fled away from Taylor's reddening face for the bathroom.

Hannah and Poppy had a good chuckle at his expense as they passed him after coming back down to the first floor. Zack held back a response as he figured with Taylor's crabby mood, she'd let her best friend have it for returning once everything was almost done.

Taking two or three steps at a time, Zack leaped most of his way down to his basement bedroom. Figuring that he'd done a quick cleanup earlier, Zack paused in disbelief after walking into a disaster area. Paris's suitcase appeared to have exploded. Clothes were strewn everywhere. Sundresses and short-shorts lay on the bed. Walking over to ground zero, Zack studied a pair of bikinis hung over the back of his desk chair. Leaning down, he gingerly pulled up a lacy and very sexy bra. Then a dainty negligee that looked straight of Hannah's closet upstairs. Imagining his cousin and her ever-expanding bust wearing such sexy undergarments caused Zack to shudder.

"Keep it together, Bishop. She's family. She's family," Zack muttered over and over while emptying his bedroom and bathroom trashcans.

Shaking off dirty thoughts about Paris, Zack heard footsteps coming down. Scared to be alone with Paris after checking out her bra, Zack also cringed as he recalled what happened with Chloe on the couch. That's a subject that he wholeheartedly wished to avoid. Racing out of his room, Zack nearly collided with Chloe at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing Paris beginning her descent at the top, he made the dumb move of trying to rush past her. That only resulted in her large breasts accidentally brushing him as he squeezed past.

"It looks like somebody had a second wind, huh," Paris remarked to a silent Chloe.

On the top floor, Zack decided to take his time in emptying his parents' and Taylor's wastebaskets. He almost didn't stop to check the guest room. Expecting a quick look would show nothing, he ended up staring down at an overflowing trashcan. That it could be so full, so fast was mindboggling to him.

"How the hell does Hannah do it? I mean, she's only been here a few hours!" Zack asked the ceiling.

Grumbling, he dumped the bin contents into the bag. Walking out of the guest room, Zack hoped that Hannah hadn't done the same to the small bathroom wastebasket. Hearing the shower start up, he decided to take his chances and leave it be. That sounded like a better option than bothering Jared. Still, with Jared taking a shower, that meant Gregory's office on the first floor would be free.

Hurrying downstairs, Zack reminded himself to slow down. There was no reason to get back to his room so fast. Not with Chloe, Paris, and Paris's private clothes out in the open. The crumpled-up papers littering his dad's desk and floor were out of character but a welcome excuse for taking so long. Uncrumpling one sheet of legal paper, Zack saw scribbled out parts of a speech. His eyes opened wider at the implication. If his dad had problems finishing his conference speech, that meant he was bound to skip the planned vacation activities. That would surely piss his mom off.

With those implications swirling around in his head, Zack lightly knocked on the guest room door. Hearing a soft yes, he turned the knob and walked inside.

"Hey, Ash, I just need to..." Zack's voice stopped working.

Sprawled out on the bed with her legs spread wide, Ashley had one hand down her pajama bottoms. The same bottoms pulled down slightly to reveal part of her hips. The other had paused in the middle of running it through her blonde hair.

"Babe, what was that?" Brandon's voice came out of Ashley's phone on the nightstand.

"God, what a bunch of slobs," Taylor complained as she stood in the living room entrance.

Several red plastic cups sat on the side tables. A couple of candy wrappers hinted at what Paris and Ashley had whispered about during the show. A small paper plate with garlic salt left behind gave away Leon's snuck-in snack.

"Oh, I'm going to kill the little shit if he got anything on the sofa," the brunette vowed, dumping the leftovers into a bag.

If the snack remains hadn't pissed Taylor off enough, the sight of two plaid blankets pushed toward the table where the two couches ended put her over the top. Ready to **** the first person she saw, Taylor bitched about Hannah and Zack the most. Although Chloe had initially grabbed the one blanket, the next-door neighbor was always polite and considerate. If she left without putting the blanket away, it likely had to do with her body shyness and Hannah's nightie.

Picking up the first blanket, Taylor swiftly folded it nice and neat. Grabbing the second one, she started to do the same before dropping it on the couch. Startled at feeling a slimy wetness, Taylor glanced at her finger and back at the blanket. Leaning down, her eyes went wide.

"No way!"

Glancing at the two blankets, Taylor tried to recall which plaid blanket had been used by which group. Did Hannah use the red, green, and white blanket? Or did she use the red, green, and black one? Or did Chloe use that one? Staring at the one with huge globs of cum, Taylor nodded vigorously.

"Hannah used that one. Yeah, she most definitely did," Taylor told herself. Her mind couldn't comprehend that her little brother had left the mess. Not with Chloe sitting next to him. "Hannah had to have jerked off Jared. She wouldn't touch Leon, and there's so much," she said softly to herself.

Leaning down further, Taylor could smell the fragrance of semen. Strangely, it didn't smell bad. In fact, it smelled by far better than any other that she'd smelt in her life. Most of those came from the leftovers of Hannah's lovers, to be honest. Still, Jared was a big boy, and Taylor chuckled at how fitting it turned out that he came in such large amounts.

Sniffing deeper, Taylor found she liked the smell of Jared's cum. So much that without thinking, she dipped her finger into a smaller section of the spunk. Pulling back, the brunette studied the texture of the spent babymakers. Licking her lips, she glanced over her shoulder to see if she was alone.

Jared put down the second container of fruity body wash. Shaking his head, he hoped that Zack didn't use that stuff. Preferring to use a bar of soap, Jared leaned out of the shower to grab his toiletry bag. Holding the travel case, he popped out the soap bar and started to lather up.

Thinking off the fun that he'd already had in a half-day, Jared knew without a doubt that staying at the Bishops unsupervised would be far better than traveling to Hawaii with his family. Living in a house with four hot girls would be more than enough. Add in friends of theirs, and there should be a wide roster to pick from for a vacation fling or two. Hoping for at least two, Jared rubbed his hands at the thought of his upcoming date with Bianca. He knew she wanted to get back at the Woodsens. That was fine with him. Hannah might grumble at first, but she'd be all ears if he scored a hatefuck. Ashley might need a little work to understand. Bringing Zack with him would muddy the waters while also helping his old friend out. This seemed like an excellent opportunity to get Zack over his ex-girlfriend. Maybe if he experienced some causal sex, Zack would be ready and willing to hit the campus next fall with him. Having his old childhood friend as his wingman could help make up for all the years they missed together.

The click of the door shutting caused Jared to crack a big smile. Waiting for the bathroom intruder to make her presence known, he reached down to quickly fondly his cock. Knowing what might come next helped it reach almost full-staff by the time the shower curtain pulled open.

"I wondered if you would show up," Jared said, his mischievous grin matching hers.