Almost as soon as Brandon closed the door, Sophie drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The next thing she knew, it was morning. Surprisingly, she didn't have the guilt she suspected she would feel for what happened.
'It's not my fault that mother can't satisfy her man,' Sophie thought wickedly as she got out of bed and went to take a shower.
As Sophie began to wake up in the shower, she realized how ridiculous (and awful) a thought like that sounded. But the way she looked at it, her mother would probably be more upset with the potentially negative publicity of this coming to light than she probably would that her boyfriend had slept with her daughter.
In all likelihood, Jessica and Brandon would be breaking up soon anyway. You could get as much good publicity from a breakup as you could from the relationship itself, if it was played right. So Sophie figured she might as well have a little fun while Brandon was around. There was precious little she liked about being here as it was.
But as she got dressed, the other positive aspect of the trip once again entered her thoughts: Diego. He was a nice boy, and he didn't deserve her treating him this way. She thought the best thing to do was pull away from a more serious relationship for now. Hopefully they could reconnect back in NY in the fall.
She knew she would only break Diego's heart if things went any further. So she planned to tell him the next time she saw him that they should slow things down.
Sophie came down the stairs for breakfast, this time both Brandon and her mother were there. Brandon motioned for her to sit next to him at the dining room table, while her mother was arguing in the kitchen with her chef.
"Sleep well," said Brandon with a smirk, leaning over and putting his hand on her knee under her robe. "I know I did."
"Not here, she'll be out any minute," Sophie replied, pushing his hand off. "Do you want to get caught?"
"If I want to finger you here in front of your mother, I will," Brandon countered, putting his hand on her knee again and moving it upward. "If you keep quiet, she'll never know."
"You're unbelievable," Sophie said, but this time she made no move to remove his hand. She heard her mother's voice, arguing about the calorie count in the omelet the chef was making, but that slowly began to fade as Brandon began manipulating her mound through her shorts. Her breathing picked up and soft little moans began to escape from her lips as Brandon's fingers began their magic.
"Ohhhh...ohhhh...ohhh," Sophie moaned, trying desperately to keep her eyes focused on the kitchen and her mother's movements.
"That's it, Sophie, surrender yourself to it," Brandon whispered in her ear, as his manipulations increased. "Come for me with your mom 10 feet away. Do you want that?"
"Yes, please, make me come," Sophie replied desperately. She was moments away from her orgasm and needed it now.
"What about your mother?" Brandon whispered back. "What if she walked in the room right now?"
"I don't care!" Sophie shot back, a little too loudly, though luckily her mother was still focused on her breakfast emergency. "Keep going, don't you dare stop!"
With that, Brandon began rapidly stoking her clit and brought her to her release, placing his other hand over her mouth as it formed an O when her orgasm hit. Sophie moaned her pleasure into Brandon's hand, neither of them noticing that her mother was beginning to make her way out of the kitchen.
Just before she got there, Brandon quickly pulled his hands away, jolting Sophie from her post orgasmic bliss back into reality. He looked none the wiser as Jessica sat down to eat, but she did notice the dreamy look on her daughter's face.
"Sophie, darling, are you OK, you look flushed?" asked her mother.
"What..." stammered Sophie at first, "...yeah I'm fine, just need a little something to eat," she said as she recovered her bearings.
"Well, don't eat too much," said her mother, her momentary concern for her daughter forgotten. "You shouldn't gain any more weight. Ask Pierre to make you what I'm having."
"OK," replied Sophie, rolling her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. 'If only you knew the real reason I looked that way,' Sophie thought to herself.
That afternoon, she noticed Diego outside with his father again. He was clearly distracted looking for Sophie. She realized she had to let him down easy now, before it got more complicated. She walked out to the pool area and motioned him over.
"Hi Diego, I wanted to talk to you for a second," Sophie said. "I think we need to slow things down a little."
"Did I do something wrong?" Diego lamented, "I knew I shouldn't have kept you out so late."
"No, it's not you, it's me," Sophie replied, using the dreaded words. In this case they were true, but she clearly couldn't tell him why.
"I just got out of a long-term relationship at school," Sophie lied. "I want to take this summer and be alone, to recollect my thoughts. It wouldn't be fair to start anything with you, maybe once we get to school in the fall."
"OK," Diego said disappointedly. "But can we still hang out, you know, just friends?"
Sophie wanted to say no, that she was bad news and he should run as far away as he could, but looking into his cute, puppy dog eyes, she couldn't break his heart fully. Besides, she did like hanging out with him, and it wasn't like Brandon was one for deep talks.
"Sure, I would like that," Sophie said, against her better judgement.
"Maybe we could go to a movie again on Friday?" Diego asked.
"I can't, my mother has a big party planned; she wants to show me off to some of her high-powered friends. Maybe another time."
