Sean + Brain = Fried

"I know it wasn't you with Sean last night," Whitney revealed, causing Peyton and JoJo to stare at her in shock. She'd led them to believe that she had dirt on the older woman.

"At least one of you has a brain," Kimberly sarcastically responded. "Now, if you'll kindly leave, I'm bored with this teenage drama."

"We're not going anywhere. I go where I please in my cabin," Whitney responded. "I might know that it wasn't you last night, but I also know how you've been treating Sean on this trip. That ends now."

"Ooh, I'm scared of Miss Spoiled Heiress," Kimberly mocked.

"And I know how you've treated Finn," Peyton growled.

"Not to mention that I've seen you lingering around Jared, no doubt whispering filth into his ear," Whitney added.

"What?! You stay away from Jared, bitch!" JoJo snarled, pouncing toward the platinum blonde.

The move freaked out Kimberly enough that she fell onto the bed with JoJo not far behind. The brunette's hands clawed their way through the platinum strands of hair. Frightful screams filled the room. Hands slapped at the feral teen.

"Get this freak off me!"

"Jo, back off! Please!" Peyton pleaded, pulling on her neighbor's right arm.

"Down, girl, down," Whitney ordered, pulling on the girl's left arm.

Together they managed to pull the frenzied teen off the woman twice her age. Panting, JoJo growled, flashing her teeth at the platinum blonde.

"I'll make you pay for that!" Kimberly threatened, backing up as close to the wall as she could.

"No, you won't," Whitney calmly replied. "If you go anywhere near our friends, you'll pay dearly. You might not think us lowly kids are a threat, but we are. How would you like your friends to discover your secrets? Oh, yes, I overhear things too. What would your old crew think if they learned just how many times you cheated on Larry? And who you cheated on him with?"

"You kids live in a fantasy world. Grown women understand how real our lives can be. There is no happily ever after. They won't care," Kimberly shot back with false bravado.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe you're not," Whitney said with a shrug. "What I do know is that the backlash for what you did to Sean in the cave, tried with Finn at Zurbrugg, and possibly with Jared, will be severe."

"Who do you think people will believe? Me or a bunch of horny boys?" the serial cheater laughed.

"I'm pretty sure that the moms will believe their sons," Peyton chimed in. Holding up her hand, she began to count on her fingers. "My mom will believe, so will Rachel, Gabriela, Tinsley--"

"And Mrs. Baris still loves Sean, even after he and Beyza broke up," JoJo added.

"Aren't Mrs. Baris and Mrs. Rusk best friends? I bet that's another two," Whitney remarked.

"You could throw in several other classmates that our moms still keep in touch with," Peyton continued.

"That's an awful lot of friends that you'll lose, Mrs. Lufflutz," Whitney couldn't stop from adding that additional dig. "Larry's friends will hate you, and their wives won't trust you around their husbands or sons any longer. Bridges burned to a crisp."

"That's a pretty lonely existence. You sure you want that?" Peyton smirked, noticing the change in Kimberly's mood.

"Fine! I won't go near the brats," she replied, nearly trembling. "Now, get out!"

"T-That was you last night?" Sean gasped. He didn't know why he should be surprised, but he was for an odd reason.

"Don't you remember?" Gabriela questioned in surprise. "First, you call me my daughter's name, and now, you don't even remember me. That hurts, Sean."

"Uh, I'm sorry?"

"Maybe I'm off my game," Gabby mused out loud to herself. "Next time, I might need to take it up a level or two."

"But why?" Sean asked, immediately feeling like an idiot for the question.

"Why? Oh, Seanie, you're such a sweetheart," his mom's friend chuckled. Running her hand through his hair again, she explained, "There's something about you that drives me wild and wet. Maybe it's that I love teenage cock. Or it's the naughtiness of fucking around with my friend's son. I don't know." Gabby paused for a second as she considered which one. "I came in here last night after I cleaned up. You looked so peaceful but also pitched a tent in the sheets."

Sean glanced over at the door. Considering it was the middle of the day, he worried that someone might walk in and hear.

"I'm proud that I showed self-control at first. After checking on you, I went down to bed. However, I tossed and turned at the image of your cock needing a release," Gabby recounted, rubbing her thighs together at the memory. "So, like a sleepwalker, I found myself back in this room. I don't think I was the only one needing a release. It sure sounded like you were in the middle of a hot dream when I started sucking."

"Oh, my gawd," Sean groaned, picturing the scene that he wasn't awake for.

"That's what I almost screamed when the door started to rattle," Gabby recalled.

"Someone came in here?" Sean gasped again.

"Luckily, I locked the door behind me."

"Holy shit! I wonder who it was," Sean replied, shocked at the thought of another person trying to enter his room in the middle of the night.

"Oh, that's easy. It was Kimberly," Gabby revealed matter-of-factly. "Rachel caught the bitch sneaking around. She ordered her back to her room. I didn't hear it all that well through the door but knew something had happened. Almost getting caught made it so much hotter."

"Mrs. Stratton knows you blew me last night?!" Sean questioned, starting to panic.

"No, I haven't told her yet."

"You're going to tell her?!"

"Sure, she's my best friend. I tell her everything," Gabby revealed, acting as if it wasn't a big deal. "She knows we fucked in the bathroom."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You told Mrs. Stratton?!" Sean was now in full panic mode.

"Don't worry about it. Rachel would never tell anyone. We've kept each other's secrets for decades," Sean's mother's friend said about another friend. "Rachel would never admit this, but I think she secretly loves hearing about all the younger guys I fuck. The good girl likes to live vicariously through me."

"I'm so dead," Sean moaned, covering his face with his hands.

"I told you that Rachel won't say a word."

"It's not Mrs. Stratton that I'm worried about. It's Peyton," Sean revealed, throwing his head back into the pillow.

"What's Peyton have to do with us?" Gabby asked, entirely clueless about how she came into the picture.

"Because we knew that someone came in here last night. Peyton's trying to help me solve the identity of my mystery girl."

"Mystery girl. I like that."

"Well, JoJo and Whitney also are helping, but they both know about us in the bathroom," Sean continued. "But, I can't tell Peyton. She'd freak."

"Hmm, Peyton is a problem," Gabby agreed. "I still don't know how Bridget had such an uptight daughter when it comes to sex. If you knew some of the things that your mom--"

"Not listening," Sean said, covering his ears with his hands.

"Sorry." Gabriela held her hands up to let him know he could listen again. "Why don't you just tell Peyton that you dreamed my blowjob? I'm sure she'll understand that boys have wet dreams."

"That won't work. She found your panties," Sean sighed in defeat.

"Panties? What panties?" Gabby questioned in confusion.

"You left your black panties here after we had sex," Sean informed her.

"I didn't leave any--oh, my gawd! You got lucky twice last night!" Gabby launched into a giggle fit at the absurdity of the situation.

"Twice? Wait, no! You took off your panties when we did it!" Sean insisted.

"Sean, I only gave you a blowjob, and then I went to bed. We didn't fuck, and I definitely did not have black panties on last night."

"I...another...fucked...what the hell?!" Sean yelled, his brain overloading.

"Shhh! You don't want Bridget coming in here and asking what's wrong. Although that would be a hilarious conversation to watch," Gabby chuckled but stopped at Sean's glare. "Sorry."

"Great, now I'm back to square one," he groaned.

"Not really. I'm at least eliminated from the list of suspects," Gabby half-joked. "Jesus, kid, you really are having one hell of a trip. I wonder who else had the guts to sneak in here last night."

Peyton waited until Whitney left the hobby room last before grabbing her arm. The older blonde dragged the younger girl into the wine cellar. JoJo dutifully followed.

"Geez, watch the arm. I already have enough bruises from my fall," Whitney complained.

"I don't care about your arm," Peyton snapped. "You lied to us. We went to confront that bitch, and you already knew it wasn't her."

"I didn't lie. I merely omitted a fact or two."

"Bullshit!"

"How did you know it wasn't Ms. Goose?" JoJo questioned, hoping to stop the fighting.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Peyton challenged.

"The panties," Whitney said, preparing to drop her bombshell. "I was with the mystery girl when she bought them."