The S-Word

"A slut? A slut?! God, you're such a pig, Brandon! And you can bet on Mom and Dad hearing about it!" Madison screamed from her bedroom before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Brandon's softening dick withdrew after emptying his balls inside his girlfriend's pussy. Wiped out, he collapsed back first onto the bed. Next to him, Ashley lay face down, exhausted. Staring at his ceiling, Brandon risked a glance over at the blonde. However, Ashley's face was turned in the opposite direction of his spot.

I called Ash a slut. I've never done that before. I bet she's pissed.

Afraid to speak first, Brandon let his girlfriend make the first move. Only she didn't budge for almost five minutes. It got to the point that he wondered if she fell asleep. Debating whether or not he should get up and take a piss, Brandon didn't know if that would upset his girl even further.

"Well, that was different," Ashley remarked, still not moving.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Ash. I don't know what came over me."

"I'll say," she responded, finally turning her head to look at him. "You've never been that aggressive before."

Hopeful that she wasn't mad at him, Brandon threw her a small grin. "It's that hot little body of yours that got me all worked up. I just had to bang it hard."

"I do like it harder," Ashley smiled for a second until it turned into a frown. "But you really turned into a beast, Bran. I'm not sure what to think about that. And you called me a slut."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Ash. I really am," he responded, his grin vanishing. "I know we both like to talk dirty, but I didn't mean to offend you."

"Hmmm, I'm not offended. I'm...not sure how I feel about it," she admitted.

"I'm screwed even if you're not mad. Madison's going to tell our parents what I called you. This is not going to end well for me," Brandon foresaw.

"Maddie's never had sex. So she--"

"She better not have had it!" Brandon exclaimed, raising his head up sharply.

"If you would let me finish," Ashley complained. "Your sister has never had sex. That means she doesn't know about dirty talk getting carried away."

"Yeah, yeah, I just got carried away. So we cool?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Ashley said, letting his fate hang out there. "But I will have a talk with your sister."

"You will? That would be great! Convince her not to say anything to my parents," Brandon eagerly instructed, turning onto his side to admire his girlfriend.

"Hey, that's not my problem. I didn't call you a bad name," the blonde cheerleader responded. "I'll have a girl talk with my teammate, and explain that sometimes people get carried away while having sex. That's all I'll do."

All Brandon heard in his head was that Ashley would fix his Madison problem. Grinning, he gave her toned ass a slight slap as she rolled out of his bed toward the bathroom.

"Brandon!"

"Sorry, babe. Your ass calls to me."

"Horny devil," Ashley spat out. Reaching the door, she shot him a sly smile to let him she wasn't too offended.

Damn, that's some of the hottest sex we've had. It's gotta be top five, at least. Maybe even in the top three. Wait until Ash sees the lingerie I bought her for Christmas. With her wearing that, we should try for our record.

Spread out on the bed, Brandon could feel his body raging two battles. First, his eyelids felt heavy as sleep beckoned. Second, his bladder tugged at him to hit the toilet. Fighting off sleep, for now, he rolled out of bed, and grabbed his underwear. Walking over to the bathroom door, the teen could hear running water inside. Tempted to walk in and join his hot little girlfriend in her cleaning, Brandon shook his head at the idea. I do that, and we'll get carried away. Mads will hear and get even madder. I better use the one in the guest room.

Not even bothering to throw more clothes on, Brandon walked out of his room and down the hall. Entering the guest room, a pleasant fragrance hit his nostrils. As his mother used the extra bedroom as a makeshift office, her perfume lingered on its soft surfaces. Always fond of the smell, Brandon found himself in a good mood as he leaned one hand against the wall, emptying his post-sex bladder into the porcelain bowl.

Yep, everything will alright. Ashley will forgive me for calling her a slut. Ash will also get Mads to not tell our parents. And I'll make sure she stays on my side by buying her one of those costumes thingies she uses to act. Yep, all I'll need to do is ask Delilah or Lisa what to—fuck!

"Goddammit!" Brandon cursed, looking down to see where his steam of urine lost control. Groaning at the puddle, the teenager rolled out a wad of toilet paper and mopped up the piss. "Fucking great, what if Lisa tells her best friend—my sister— what happened yesterday?"

Flushing the toilet, Brandon started to walk away satisfied with his cleanup, but then he noticed more drops. Sighing, he finished off the roll of paper to wipe it up. Now done, he went to grab a new roll from under the sink cabinet but found it empty. Annoyed, the teenager stomped out of the guest room, and over to the hall closet. There he found a brand new package of Charmin and carried it back to the guest room. Putting a new roll on the tube, he stocked up the cabinet under the sink and proceeded to take the rest back to the hall closet.

Finished, Brandon started back to his bedroom but paused when he heard Ashley squealing from inside Madison's bedroom. Curious, he leaned his ear against the door.

"--sure it looks alright? I went back and forth on it." Brandon could hear his sister asking.

"No, it has the perfect blend of cute and hot. If he didn't like it, then he's an idiot," Ashley replied.

He?! Who the fuck is this he? Is this the guy that Li...Lisa mentioned about Mads going out on a date with the other night? Dammit! I forgot all about that after seeing...after the Riveras' house.

"I think so. He did compliment me on my outfit. But isn't that what guys should say on the first date, no matter what they think?" Madison asked, her nervousness and doubt showing.

"Maddie, if the guy doesn't think you look hot, then he's gay. Hell, even a gay guy can appreciate your beauty and style," Ashley remarked. "Sooo, how was the first date?"

Date?! She fucking did go!

In his shock and anger, Brandon gripped the doorknob tightly and burst into his sister's bedroom. The two cheerleaders jumped in surprise, turning their heads to look at the intruder. Brandon's eyes first found his blonde girlfriend. She stood in the room near the bathroom door, wearing one of Madison's old robes. Baby blue in color, the robe was too short for Maddie after her last growth spurt, but it fit his shorter girlfriend perfectly. Ash looks great in that robe–no, keep focused, Brandon!

Moving his eyes over to his sister, Brandon could immediately tell she had been out on a date or attempted to impress a boy. Even if he hadn't heard the news through the door, the outfit would've seemed fishy to him right away. She wore a gray, peasant top that bared both her shoulders and a mid-length, frilly black skirt. Due to the cold weather, her legs were covered in matching gray leggings. And even more incriminating, Madison had more makeup on than usual, and her hair was styled.

"Who the fuck is he?!"

"Brandon," Ashley tried to warn him.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" Madison snapped, after recovering from her surprise.

"No, who's this fucking guy? I'll kill him!"

"Brandon, don't--" Ashley attempted again.

"Tell me his name!"

"How dare you?! Get the fuck out of my room and my life!" Madison shouted, marching to meet her twin in the middle of the room.

"No, you're not to date! Dad's said it over and over."

"I'm not going to be a nun, Brandon. I'm going to date boys. I'm going to date men!" Madison responded with a sneer.

"Men?! This guy better not be older! He'll end up in jail once we're done with him," Brandon threatened.

"Jail? Listen to yourself, for one damn second. I'm eighteen, Brandon. The same age as you, dumbfuck. A guy can't go to jail for dating or screwing me."

"Screw...screwing you?" Brandon stammered as he staggered back in shock.

"Oh, hell," Ashley groaned. Fearing the worst, she scrambled to get in-between the two Cole twins. "Brandon, Madison hasn't screwed anyone yet. She's still a virgin!"

"Don't tell him that! Whether I'm a virgin or not isn't any of his damn business," Madison informed her teammate.

"You better not have had...it!" Brandon declared, recovering from his scare.

"My body, my choice, Brandon!"

"No, it's not!"

"Guys, please!" Ashley continued in her attempts to calm the twins down. "Brandon, you should be encouraging Madison not threatening her."

"What?!"

"Wouldn't it be better if you supported who she dated. That way, you could make sure she went out with nice guys," Ashley explained.

"He gets no say over who I date!" Madison exclaimed.

"Ashley? How could you?! Madison can't date anyone. All guys want is sex, and she's not to have it."

"Why not?" Ashley asked, flashing him a look that normally he would see as a warning, but not tonight.

"My sister needs to be protected. She can't have sex until she's married. That's what good girls do," Brandon explained.

"Good girls?" Ashley challenged.

"Oh, you fucked up now, Brandon," Madison mocked.

"Good girls wait? So, is that why you called me a slut before? Am I a bad girl for having sex with my boyfriend?" Ashley demanded to know.

"What? No! Not at all!" Brandon denied, now in foreign territory. The quarterback wasn't used to playing defense.

"Yeah, what's the difference, Brandon?" his sister questioned.

"It's...it's just that your family...is different than mine."

"How is my family different?" Ashley inquired, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

"Uh, your family is more open to sex," Brandon hesitantly answered. "Your parents believe..."

"My parents believe what?"

"Um, well, they don't seem to mind Hannah's, uh, behavior."

"Are you calling my sister a slut? Is that why you called me one earlier?" Ashley challenged through gritted teeth.

"No, not at all! She's just a little wild and free," Brandon denied, while literally backing up a step. "But your parents don't seem to mind their daughters having sex."

"God, you can be so dense at times. My parents didn't and still don't like some of the stuff that Hannah does, but guess what? They aren't going to try and control her or me. That usually ends badly. Don't you worry what Madison might end up doing to rebel against your dad's stupid idea about his daughter's purity?"

"Ashley," Madison whined but stopped as her teammate held up her hand.

"If a girl is **** to sneak around and hide in the shadows with boys, then bad things might happen. It's far better if she can go out in daylight with a guy she likes. It's safer and way more healthy," Ashley pointed out.

"That's why we want to protect her from guys that want only one thing!" Brandon protested.

"No, you're setting Maddie up for nothing but trouble. You need to stop thinking like a little boy playing with his toys. Your sister has a brain and will do what she wants, no matter how hard you try to control her."

"Dad says—"

"Your dad is an idiot when it comes to daughter," Ashley cut him off with a shake of her head.

"Just because your dad doesn't mind–"

"Brandon, my dad doesn't know about us having sex. He might suspect, but he's not going to turn my room into a prison cell to stop us. My mom knows, and she's given me candid advice. Advice similar to what I suspect your mom has given to your sister."

"You're Dad doesn't know?!" Brandon repeated in surprise and concern. Shit! Mr. Woodsen is the district attorney! What if he finds and wants to punish me? Would he frame me for a crime? Send me to jail?

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Bran," Madison joked gleefully.

"Maddie, I'm sorry that your boyfriend is a little boy. I can't wait to hear all the details about your date. Maybe you can fill me in after practice on Monday?" Ashley suggested.

"Sure, if I'm not locked up by then," the brunette added with a dirty look in her brother's direction.

"Oh, Bran isn't saying a word to your parents," Ashley declared.

"I'm not?"

"No, you're not. If you rat out your sister to your dad, then Maddie has permission to tell your mom what you called me. I'll even back her up to your mom if she asks me. Does that sound like an acceptable standoff?" Ashley asked her fellow cheerleader.

"It's a deal!"

"Hey, I didn't agree with--"

"Yes, you did, because I did. I'm annoyed with you, Bran, highly annoyed," the usually sweet blonde informed her boyfriend with a cold glare. "I'm going home now. I suggest you spend your time thinking up proper apologies for both your sister and me."

"Ash, what did I do?" Brandon called out as she crossed through the bathroom to get her things from his room.

"Bran, you're such a dumbass," Madison said, embarrassed for her brother. "And next time you come into my room, wear more than your underwear. Eww!"

Flipper his sister the middle finger, Brandon hurried to his bedroom in time to see Ashley grabbing her stuff. She ignored his presence as she dressed.

"I thought we were cool. I said I was sorry for calling you that," Brandon reminded her.

"I'm madder at you for what you did over there," she acknowledged, nodding in the direction of Madison's room.

"What did I do? I'm trying to protect my sister!"

"No, you're treating her like crap. I can't stand by anymore and watch the old-fashioned way you and your father treat her. This isn't the Victorian Age, Brandon!"

"Wait, what's Vicky have to do with this?" Brandon asked in bewilderment.

"Argh! Brandon, you need to pay attention in class more," she responded, cringing at his stupidity. "I'll talk to you on Monday."

"But tomorrow's Sunday."

"Exactly. I'll see myself out," Ashley announced, opening his bedroom door.

"Don't I get a good-bye kiss?" her boyfriend questioned.

"Not tonight."

Watching the door slam shut behind her, Brandon stood in his room in confusion. What did I do to piss her off? Is it wrong to want to protect my sister? That's what a good brother should do! At a loss for what he should do next, the teenager plopped down on the edge of his bed.

Glancing around his room, Brandon's eyes fell on his poster of the cheerleaders. Scanning the five faces and their figures, he shook his head at the women. If he hadn't lost himself inside his fantasies, then Ashley and Madison wouldn't have gotten so upset in the first place.

I need to make this right somehow. Brandon pondered how to do that as he stared over at the spot where the freshly cleaned carpet now dried. Maybe I should encourage Mads to spend more time at this roll-acting thing. She won't be around real guys there, just those drama freaks. Yeah, that might work.

Getting up from the bed, Brandon paced the room, nodding at his new idea. Suddenly, his pacing came to an abrupt halt. That won't work. She's already met a guy. I need to find out his name. Is he older? Or does he go to our school? I can do some digging around. It can't be that hard, is it? Wait! I can get some of the team to help me. Trent and Max will help, but I bet a bunch of the others will help out their leader when it comes to his family.

"Yeah, awesome plan, Brandon!" he said out loud. "I'll show Ashley and Madison that I'm not some dumb jock. I can solve a mystery. I can—whoa, I should pick Zack's brain for tips. I won't tell him why, or he might want to help. Nope, this is a job for—ah, what the hell!"

Brandon cursed as he finally noticed his raised blinds. Clenching his fists in anger at his mother for violating his privacy again, he marched over and grabbed the cord. Checking to make sure that Polly wasn't watching him, he felt relief to see her bedroom was dark and yanked the blinds down. Turning around, Brandon froze as a chill ran down his spine. The open window faced his bed. The same bed he had earlier pounded the shit out of Ashley on. If anyone had looked out, they would have seen him from behind as he banged her doggy style.

"Oh, fuck me!"