Taylor makes a bad decision

Taylor squeezed her thighs together without meaning to. Of course he could see how wet she was, he'd walked right in on her shower! And, she shifted with discomfort, she was wet after all. His black-tufted cock pointed between her legs. It had been months since she'd played with one. Sure, Shawn was a douchebag, but she'd held firm to her boundaries last night, right? If she did this, she'd be the one using him, right? And really she'd be doing it for Zack. She'd do anything to make her little brother happy.

Right?

“...If we're going to do this,” she whispered. She licked her lips. Nerves, she told herself. “If we're going to do this, I want a promise from you. You're going to tell Victoria you put Kendra up to it.”

“Agreed,” Shawn nodded. As if.

“Shake on it?”

“Go ahead.” He pointed down at his crotch, and Taylor's hate burned so hot, water steamed off her back. She turned around.

“Get some lube from the medicine cabinet,” she said over her shoulder, with both hands flat against the tiles. She'd have to brace herself against slipping, sure, but mostly she just didn't want to look at him.

She heard the click of the bathroom mirror swinging, and the squirt of gel against flesh. “You and Hannah come prepared, don't you?”

“Fuck you. Like we'd do that with Peter here to—”

A cold, thick digit glid across her labia, while a hand between her shoulders **** her against the freezing tiles. Motherfucker! She gasped as his finger entered her canal. I'm going to Hell for thinking this is hot, right? This kind of hot is what Hell feels like, right?

The chime of a shower curtain drawn closed. A thicker digit's pressure between her legs.

“Last chance to change your mind again,” Shawn sneered.