Aftershock (Day 2, Part 1)

Robert Ravers climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

He stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rush over him.

Last night had been crazy, even for him.

Watching his sister-in-law practically worship his cock, kissing and stroking it, those beautiful blue eyes looking up at him, and then cumming all over her face? It was a euphoric moment.

But it shouldn’t have been. Truth or Dare be damned, Robert had betrayed his little brother. He’d done something he’d sworn to never do, which was go after women who family members or close friends were involved with.

He had always obeyed that rule, never once going after Audrey, Sarah, Gabriella, Charlotte, Cassandra, or anyone else that fit the bill.

Well, he hadn’t gone after them since they’d started dating their now husbands.

But now, Robert had crossed a line with Audrey, a line he couldn’t uncross.

He hated how guilty that made him feel, and how stupid, as well. For the last few years, Robert had been seeking someone to love.

Leah was great, and she handled most of Robert’s sexual appetite in ways most women never could. But Robert didn’t love her, not really.

He had only had two great loves in his life, Mallory Campbell and Brooke Lakefield.

Mallory had been his first love, but his idiotic self had cheated on her. Cheated on the most amazing woman he’d ever met. Current day Robert would never have done that. But teenaged Robert didn’t understand the consequences of his actions.

With Brooke, it had been different. They’d been in a marriage where Robert could have sex with women who weren’t Brooke, and he had taken advantage of that too often, making Brooke feel alone and unloved. So she’d ended things. Brooke respected herself too much to let Robert continue with his womanizing ways.

Now, Robert was seeking love, for real this time. He was tired of always being the playboy. Not physically tired, mind you. Robert still had the stamina of an ox, so that wasn’t his problem.

No, Robert’s problem was none of the women he slept with ever wanted anything more. He was just sex to them, a walking, talking dildo. They all raved about his size and how amazing he was, but ultimately, they didn’t care about him. They just wanted a shot at Robert’s cock or the Ravers fortune.

Robert wanted more than just meaningless sex. So much more.

———

Monica Bishop woke up from a dead sleep, panting hard. She glanced sideways at where she expected her big sister to be sleeping, but found the bed empty.

You know, Monica had fallen asleep before Mallory had come to bed last night. Had Mallory even slept there, or had she fallen asleep somewhere in the cabin?

Monica rubbed her eyes tiredly and sat up, yawning.

Monica glanced down at her body and saw that her nipples were erect, probably from the erotic dream she’d been having.

Unbidden, memories of her dream flashed in front of her mind. Memories of Dream Kurt fucking her silly, and then a dark-haired young man had come up and joined in. A very familiar dark-haired young man, but Monica pushed that thought aside.

Last night had been a mistake, and she knew that she’d really screwed things up, and Kurt would be jonesing for more alone time with her. Despite how incredible it had felt to finally orgasm because of a man’s touch and not her own, she couldn’t let things continue with Kurt.

Not only because she was married, but because it was fucking Kurt! He was a jackass who thought he was God’s gift to women.

On any ordinary day, at any ordinary time, Monica wouldn’t have touched Kurt with a six-foot pole, but last night… something weird had happened.

Monica had found herself uncontrollably horny, and Kurt had been available. She would have let anybody touch her last night, and she had no idea why.

There was a knock on the door, and Monica rose to her feet, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her outfit wasn’t too skimpy to answer the door, just a gray tank top and lime cotton short shorts which admittedly showed off her legs.

Ah, well.

Monica went to open the door and revealed Gavin standing there, looking incredibly awkward. Her son’s best friend’s eyes first registered her long, smooth legs, then her breasts in the tight gray tank top, and then he met her eyes.

Monica couldn’t help but smile wryly. Gavin was such a sweetheart, and she felt for him, being too shy to talk to any girls, yet desperately wanting a girlfriend.

That’s why she’d never caused a fuss about him ogling her, though she noticed every time.

“Gavin.” Monica greeted him warmly, “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, uh, we’re trying to decide what to do for today, so Mr. Ravers sent me to come tell you that.” Gavin said.

“I’m surprised he didn’t send Zack.” Monica commented, “Not that I mind you being here instead.”

“Uh, Z-Zack was busy.” Gavin stammered.

“Oh, understood. Alright, well, let me get dressed, Gavin, and I’ll be right there.” Monica smiled, and closed the door. Monica walked over to the closet and peeled off her tank top and her short shorts, standing there in just her panties.

Monica pulled off those panties and pulled on new ones, these ones being lacy red. Monica grabbed a matching bra and put that on, then she grabbed a pair of light blue jeans and pulled those on.

Monica admired herself in the mirror, liking how the jeans accentuated her curves.

The door to her room opened, and Monica turned, expecting Mallory, but to her surprise, it was Kurt, and he was positively leering at Monica’s bra-covered breasts.

“Kurt!” Monica exclaimed, and quickly lifted her hands to try to cover up some skin, but her breasts were far larger than her hands.

“Did you miss me?” Kurt smirked confidently, approaching Monica.

“Uh, no, I can’t say I did. Now, I’m trying to change, so if you could leave me alone, that would be great.” Monica said tersely.

“And miss out on seeing your gorgeous body?” Kurt chuckled.

“I’m a married woman, Kurt, and even if I wasn’t, I would never do anything with you.” Monica said fiercely. Kurt kept approaching, and Monica was forced to start backing up.

“You didn’t seem to mind me last night when I made you orgasm without penetration.” Kurt said smugly, and Monica’s back hit the wall, but Kurt kept coming. She moved her hands off of the cleavage created by her bra to try to hold Kurt back, but he just kept coming forwards until his chest nudged against her breasts.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to touch you, and I’ll leave.” Kurt said in a low voice.

Monica looked Kurt firmly in the eye.

“I don’t want you to touch me.” Monica said frostily. Kurt smirked, but true to his word, he backed up, raising his hands in surrender.

“I know you’re into me, Monica. But I’m glad you resisted. The chase is half the fun, after all.” Kurt winked, and left the room.

Monica pulled a shirt down over her bra, stubbornly ignoring her hard nipples.

———

Zack Bishop woke up in bed with Chloe in a rather compromising position.

Zack’s buxom redheaded best friend was laying on his chest, breasts flat against his chest, red hair a vibrant splash of scarlet against his shirt, and one of his arms wrapped loosely around her torso.

Zack glanced sideways and saw that Hannah and Taylor’s bed was empty, which meant the early risers had probably risen early.

Chloe was still sleeping peacefully, and Zack had no desire to disturb her, so carefully, he wrapped his arms around his voluptuous friend and slid her off of his chest and onto the bed.

He kissed Chloe’s forehead and slipped out of their bed, walking out of the bedroom.

———

Gabriella Lockett glanced up from her cup of coffee at the sound of thudding. It was coming from down the hall, and Gabriella quickly recognized Audrey’s voice, moaning.

Sounded like Audrey was giving Ravers Jr. some make-up sex, after, you know, going half-mad over the sight of his brother’s cock.

But Gabriella’s thoughts didn’t linger on Audrey and Daniel for long. No, instead, they turned to Zack Bishop and his aunt, Mallory Minotti.

Few things in Gabriella’s life had been hotter than opening that door up and seeing Zack buried to the hilt inside of his aunt’s snatch.

Then, when the incestuous lovers were coming out of the closet, Zack had unsheathed his sword, so to speak, and Gabriella had truly seen Zack’s cock for the first time.

It was impressive, to say the least.

Drenched in Mallory’s pussy juices, Zack’s generous length was glistening like a sweaty body in the midday sun.

The very sight of Zack’s cock had made Gabriella more than a little wet, and even now, thinking back on it, she could feel a little arousal in her.

Gabriella had went straight to Sarah to tell her everything, like best friends do, but Sarah hadn’t really cared. But Gabriella knew that if Sarah had seen Zack’s cock, she would be in the same boat as Gabriella.

———

The woman in the old-timey dress floated invisibly down the hall and into the living room.

She was only visible under moonlight, making her invisible during the day or on cloudy nights, though her abilities were no less.

The ghostly woman looked around curiously. She saw a dark-haired woman with magnificently large breasts walking down a hallway, and the ghost followed the dark-haired woman.

The dark-haired woman was speaking with a dark-haired young man, who looked remarkably like the woman.

The ghost suddenly recalled who these two were. They were the people who had been in the closet, naked. As the ghost watched, the woman pulled the young man into a side room, and closed the door behind them.

The ghost floated through the wall and she was rather amused at what she saw.

The dark-haired young man was pushed up against the wall, his arms wrapped around the waist of the busty dark-haired woman, and the pair were kissing.

The ghost left the happy couple alone and floated down to see what was happening with the other cabin residents.

She saw a busty blond woman with breasts just a little bit smaller than the dark-haired woman who was currently kissing that young man.

The busty blond woman was in the shower, and had two fingers up her pussy, and her mouth was open. The ghost could not hear anything from the mortal plane, but it was evident that the woman was moaning.

The ghost rather enjoyed watching this scene, but she wanted to see what else was happening in the cabin.

She saw a shy, skinny blond boy trying to talk to a brunette girl a few years older than him with small breasts and an astonishingly perfect ass.

She saw a muscled blond boy chatting with a dark-haired woman who looked very similar to the dark-haired woman kissing that young man, though her breasts were a good bit smaller, and she looked to be two or three years younger.

The ghost could feel how horny the blond young man and the dark-haired woman both were, and she wanted to assist them, but she also knew exposing her presence in the open would be foolish.

She’d have to wait until the blond young man and the dark-haired woman were alone.