Shots Fired

Entering the cabin, Zack and Trent found it almost empty, the living area uninhabited except for the lone figure of Brandon sitting on the couch, slouched and watching television. At their arrival though, he bolted up right and said “Trent”, more of a declaration to himself than a greeting. He leapt up onto his feet and hurried from the room to the kitchen, leaving both teens standing, staring, completely bewildered.

“Well, I didn’t quite expect him to run out of the room at first sight,” Trent chuckled to himself, confused. Brandon’s reaction seemed to indicate that he knew why Trent had come to the cabin, but, if that were the case, why not just run over and clock him?

“Maybe he’s gone to protect Madison,” Zack said with a shrug, equally confused but figuring it was their issue and one he didn’t need to get involved with if he didn’t have to. “Honestly, it’s more of a surprise at this point that he said _your _name before he left.”

“That reminds me,” Trent said, watching Zack shut the heavy front door. “Why did you and Brandon fall out?”

“I had an affair with Ashley,” Zack admitted with a grimace. “We dated for a bit afterwards too, but we broke up last night.”

“Ashley? Damn, man, niiiice,” Trent licked his lips. “I thought she was Brandon’s girl through and through, but if I’d know she was open to some side fun, I’d have made my play a long time ago.”

“I’m not sure she’d have ever gone for you anyway,” Zack said, despite the break up, he still didn’t like Trent talking about her without respect. “I-”

Before he could speak another word or even form another thought, he looked past the black teen to see Madison and Heather emerging from the hall. Heather Ravers, the dark-haired cheer captain and Zack’s possible sister, was dressed in a simple jeans and t-shirt combo, her face flush and pink. Madison, on the other hand, was positively glowing, wearing another dress, her legs smooth and shimmering, her eyes dazzling with allure. Both boys stood speechless, and they weren’t the only ones, Heather and Madison coming to an abrupt stop at the sight of the two teens.

“Zack? Trent?” Heather said, unable to hide her surprise. “How long have you been here? I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Yeah, we just arrived, and I found Trent outside, so I let him in,” Zack explained, only now thinking that perhaps Heather didn’t want him letting just anyone inside the cabin. “I hope that was okay?”

“Sure, he was expected,” Heather assuaged his fears. “In fact, we were just looking for a male opinion.” She stood to one side and gestured towards the petite brunette beside her. “Tell me, how do you think she looks?”

“Real hot,” Trent grinned and rubbed his hands together, picturing her without the dress and bouncing on his cock. “I like it when a girl dresses up for me.”

Madison blushed, Zack smiled and Heather chuckled, each one knowing that nothing Madison had done had been for his benefit. Zack didn’t think he even needed to answer; it was unlikely Madison even cared about what he thought of her looks. But Heather’s eyes turned expectantly to him, and he felt obligated to say something.

“Yeah, you look almost as good as you did last night,” Zack remarked, unable to shake the feeling that this dress too was familiar.

“Last night? When I was wearing Ashley’s dress? Or when she made me strip it off?” Madison asked curiously, enjoying how red in the face Zack became.

“Ah, Ashley’s dress I meant, really.” Zack closed his eyes and hung his head, realizing it made him sound like even more of a pervert to deny it.

“Damn, you just got naked in front of everyone?” Trent shook his head in disbelief. “If I’d have known what goes on around here, I wouldn’t have waited so long to come visit.”

“Who says you would have been welcome?” Heather teased him, before looking to Zack. “But, since Madison did invite him, why don’t we give these two a little bit of privacy?”

Zack didn’t feel that he had much choice in the matter as Heather crossed the room and took his hand, leading him down the hall to the lake side bedroom, just as she had done with her father just hours before. As he stepped inside the bedroom, he glanced back over his shoulder, still able to make out Trent and Madison in the living room, alone, Trent having closed the gap and standing right in front of her. But he was more interested in why Heather had called him back to the cabin, so, thinking nothing of it, he entered the bedroom and closed the door.

Ashley placed the second piece of bread atop her sandwich and, after licking her fingers clean, reached for the serrated bread knife just as Brandon came sliding into the room. He was in such a hurry that his socks slipped against the tiled floor, skidding like an excited dog hearing a stranger at the door. He bounced around Ashley, the blonde ignoring him as she cut her sandwich and transferred the halves onto a plate.

“Trent,” Brandon finally told her. “Trent’s here.”

“Okay,” Ashley replied, as if it were inconsequential and none of her business.

“Come on,” Brandon insisted, moving to the counter, leaning into her field of vision. “You promised.”

“But I just made this sandwich,” Ashley huffed, indicating towards her plate with an open palm. “I said I’d help, I didn’t say I’d fuck on command.”

“You said you’d keep Madison from fucking him,” Brandon reminded her. “You can’t do that if you’re in here eating. Ash, you told me that you’d do this to make up for all the lying and cheating. Why are you torturing me over this?”

“Maybe because I’m being **** into fucking my ex-boyfriend’s teammate? Just because I’m trying to make things right between us doesn’t mean I like what’s required of me,” Ashley noted, and then with a sigh, asked, “How do you even know he’s here? I didn’t hear anyone at the door.”

“Zack let him in,” the quarterback explained simply.

“Zack?” Ashley smacked the counter. “You expect me to just go seduce Trent right in front of Zack? He’d never fucking speak to me again and I wouldn’t blame him.”

Brandon anxiously crossed back to the door and glimpsed into the living room. He saw Heather lead Zack away by the hand, while Trent took a few steps closer to Madison. His twin sister looked even better than ever, all from having her legs shaved, as far as Brandon was aware. There simply appeared to be a new, confident aura of sexuality around her being, even before Trent began speaking to her.

“Zack’s gone,” Brandon said, hoping the fact might sway Ashley. “And Trent is beginning to make moves on my sister already. They’re both out there right now, Ashley. Come on. For all the shitty ways you’ve treated me lately. Do this and I’ll call it even, I swear.”

“Fine,” Ashley cried, slamming down the knife upon the chopping board. “But the next time you need a favour, Brandon, you better not even think my name.”

Brandon had no time to respond as Ashley marched from the kitchen back to the living room, the quarterback watching from the door as his blonde ex-girlfriend approached his teammate and his twin sister. He clenched his fists at his side, willing himself not to go storming in and punching people as he noticed Trent’s wide, black hands gently holding his sister’s waist.

“It was nice of Heather to clear out and take Zack with her,” Trent said, his grin widening as he stepped closer to Madison, his hands instantly going to her side, feeling her warm, pliable flesh beneath the dress. “I guess you’d been telling people about me.”

Madison bit her lip, feeling a little sorry for the broad, black football player. She’d feel guilty for leading him on if her weren’t so eager and willing to be led at the slightest sniff of pussy. It wasn’t like he was hard up for it either. Heather had mentioned his exploits with Tanya and Amber, and she remembered Brandon talking about Trent’s conquests. A club Madison had never intended to join, but, if it helped her get Brandon back, she was willing to let him think whatever he wanted. Just like Shawn, Trent could take her, but he’d never have her.

“Something like that,” Madison said, raising her hands to his chest as she quickly glanced around. “It’s no secret that I invited you here, and why.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Trent laughed. “I’ve been looking forward to this too. My cock has been rock-hard all-night thinking about today. Go ahead and feel if you don’t believe me. And even if you do…”

“Mmhm,” Madison hummed thoughtfully, allowing a hand to slither down his torso, feeling his strong, toned stomach under his shirt, over his belt until it came to a rest on the bulging denim. “I’m not sure if the thought of you sitting up all night wishing you could be with me is hot or just sad…”

“Oh, you should definitely take it as a compliment,” Trent assured her, leaning forward as his hands moved behind her, running over her ass. “If it were any other girl, I’d have moved on the moment you left the club.”

“I feel so privileged,” Madison cooed sarcastically. “You really know how to make a woman feel like a princess.”

“I know how to make a woman feel good. After that, they don’t usually care so much about feeling special,” he said, grinning again, pulling her closer and allowing her to feel his swollen trousers against her body. “Why don’t we go somewhere and I’ll show you what I mean?”

“Mmmm…no…” Madison whispered, looking over Trent’s shoulder and seeing her brother peering out from around the kitchen door. She stepped sideways, Trent following with his hands still firmly planted on her body, until, with both hands on his chest again, she pushed him away, the black teen falling back onto the couch. Immediately she joined him, lifting her knees up onto the cushion on either side, straddling him. “Let’s do it right here.”

“Where everyone can see?” Trent ran his hands over her thighs. “You’re either an exhibitionist or you really are doing this to get back at Brandon.”

“Well, you already heard how I got naked in front of nearly everyone last night,” Madison smirked, and then, averting her gaze, asked, “But if this was about Brandon…would that bother you?”

“Nah, Brandon and I are bros. We might fight and fallout but come Saturday we’ll be right back on that field and we’ll have each other’s backs again,” Trent explained, sliding his hands up towards her hips, girdling her dress around her waist. “Of course, there are some girls who are just off limits, like girlfriends and sisters. But an opportunity like this is just too good to pass up, isn’t it?”

“Or you could have something you really want.”

Both Madison and Trent looked over at the intrusion of the new voice. Ashley stood at the end of the sofa, her pajama bottoms in a crumpled heap by her foot, her t-shirt being pulled up over her head to reveal her naked, pert little tits. She looked at Trent with raised eyebrows as she posed before him in nothing but small, thin pink panties. Trent felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Two girls that Brandon had kept from him were now throwing themselves at him. He didn’t even stop to consider why. He didn’t care.

Madison did though, hopping off Trent’s lap and standing between him and her blonde, fellow cheerleader. “Ashley, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing. I’m simply offering Trent here the chance at something I know he’s really wanted for a long time,” Ashley said, looking around Brandon’s twin at the black teen and pouting seductively. “I used to see you checking me out all the time when I was dating Brandon. I bet it tore you up that he got to have me any night he wanted while you had to tell yourself you were living it up, nibbling on the slutty slim-pickings.”

“He’s already getting to fuck someone he’s always wanted to fuck, ME! He’s been looking forward to it all night. He told me himself,” Madison fired back, indignant. “Why are you even here? Not content to ruin your own relationships, you have to inject yourself in mine?”

“You borrowed my dress, so maybe I’ll just borrow your man. Unfortunately, unlike the dress, I can’t guarantee you’ll ever get it back,” Ashley quipped, genuinely smiling. Though she hadn’t wanted to do this, she’d be lying if she said it didn’t feel good to get Madison so wound up. “And sweetie, he might have been thinking of you all night, but trust me, I’ve been in his head for two years.” She looked at him around Madison again, her eyes feigning sympathy, as though he were a wounded animal. “Isn’t that right?”

Trent swallowed hard, knowing better than to answer that question. She was right though. Ashley was certainly one of the hottest girls in town, perhaps even the entire state, and she’d been Brandon’s. The cheerleader and the quarterback, a natural fit, a stereotype because it just made sense. So, of course, when Trent imagined himself in that spot, star player of the team, with his pick of the girls, he imagined that same unattainable blonde on his arm as if the two went hand in hand. He’d thought both out of his grasp. And yet, here, now, Ashley was offering herself to him.

But that didn’t that mean he was ready to give up on Madison.

“Ladies, ladies, there’s a simple solution to this,” Trent said, leaning forward and grinning, motioning with his hands as if literally throwing the idea out into the conversation. “Threesome.”

Ashley knew that would never fly with Brandon. The mission was to stop Madison from fucking Trent, not join in. So, she shook her head and told him, “Nope, it’s me or her. You don’t get to have your cake and eat it this time.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?” Madison put her hands on her hips. “Like, learn to read a room. I’m not sharing anything with this cheating little bitch.”

“Right back at ya, you conniving brother f-fa-ah…” Ashley coughed and cleared her throat, having almost exposed Brandon and Madison’s intra-familial affair. Within the cabin was one thing, but letting Trent, who couldn’t be trusted not to blab, know was entirely another story. And Ashley really didn’t want to owe Brandon anything more. Turning her bright blue eyes to Trent, she skipped ahead, and told him, “Listen, you’re just gonna have to pick. Who do you wanna fuck more? Me? Or her?”