BRRRRRRRRT!! Scott was roused with a jolt and immediately pulled the duvet over his face. It felt like his head had only just hit the pillow so he refused to open his eyes, let alone get up and ready for school! He fumbled around blindly trying to turn off the alarm, but quickly realised his phone had already ceased vibrating on the desk. When he lifted his head he was surprised to see it was still dark and that he had indeed only been asleep for a matter of minutes. While his chaotic waking-brain tried to determine whether he dreamt hearing his alarm, the little LED on his phone flashed and everything began to fall into place.
[Txt msg from Bailey]:
Are you awake? x
Scott:
Just about, though my phone just gave me a fucking heart attack!
Bailey:
lol sorry! Just wanted to make sure you didn't get into trouble, what did dad say?
Scott:
Just to get to bed, I don't think he put two and two together.
Bailey:
I can't believe how bad his timing was! Hope it didn't put you off ;-)
Scott:
The absolute worst!!!
Bailey:
Did you not finish? :-( I panicked and just closed everything down!
Scott:
No, I stopped because I didn't know if he was going to come in or not!
Although his phone was now on silent, he remained mindful of being caught awake for a second time that night. Pausing typing every time the house made a noise outside his room; even drawing his phone to his chest to drown out the brightness of his screen when he heard the bathroom light chord being pulled. He lay there motionless, even trying to breathe quieter until he heard it being pulled again and finally a door being dragged across the carpet to a close; the hormonal rollercoaster he'd been on all night had left him drained and a nervous wreck!
[Txt msg from Bailey]:
There's a present in your basket, don't let mum or dad find it! Good night x
Scott lay there for a few seconds, placing his phone back on the desk and staring up at his ceiling through the darkness. As much as he didn't want to draw any further attention to himself, he gathered from the message that it wouldn't be a good idea to wait until the morning. Plus he was curious
as hell,
so he got out of bed and silently crept to the bathroom. Leaving the light off he made his way over to the wicker basket drawers and carefully pulled out the third one down. Even in the dull moonlight as it splintered in through the frosted glass window he could make out a crumpled up pair of turquoise panties. His eyebrows nearly shot off the top of his forehead! He picked them up and hid them inside his fist before shimmying back to his room excitedly, just about refraining from sprinting down the hallway. Once back in his room he hopped into bed and began inspecting his 'present'. He'd already noticed their dampness from holding them so tightly and although he could pick up the faint familiar whiff of his sister, there was another, new smell, that was bombarding his senses. This exciting aroma managed to speak directly to his carnal instincts and in no time at all he was erect and masturbating again. The hairs on his arms and legs rose with a gentle shiver from the intensity of his excitement as he inhaled his sister's intimate scent. His head was spinning, thoughts of what he was smelling and what it meant that Bailey had done this for him were both incredibly arousing and acutely confusing. But they didn't linger, all negative thoughts were chewed up and spat out in all directions by the hurricane that was rampaging inside his brain. While his fist pumped up and down his rock hard cock and the sensations grew almost ecstatic, his mind did away with words; experiencing pleasure on a completely different plain until everything when white and he was enjoying the strongest orgasm he could remember having. Writhing and moaning into his cotton draped palm until eventually plummeting into a blissful sleep.
The next day..
Standing alone on the stage, Scott gripped the sides of the podium as he looked out at a sea of unrecognizable faces, surprising himself with how passionate he sounded as he put his case forward for how the World Health Organisation had been badly let down. He called on the world's leading governments to reverse the cuts made to their financial contributions over the last three years, before being interrupted by a short banging and a voice from amongst the crowd that called out "Are you not up yet? You're going to miss your bus.." the unmistakable sound of his mum's voice plucked him from his dream.
"I'm up! I'm up.." he replied groggily, turning to face his alarm clock. The fact that the news was being read out was already a bad sign. "7:30, Fuck!!" He turned the radio off and ran to the bathroom to get ready; brushing his teeth in the shower and getting out with shampoo bubbles still running down his back, he wrapped a towel tightly around his waist and scuttled down the hall like a penguin on acid. Once in his room he dried off and rifled through his wardrobe for anything that didn't need ironed and threw it on. Picking his bag up on the way out of his room and slinging it over his shoulder he placed his hands on both banisters, running down the first half of the stairs and jumping the rest before ducking into the kitchen to find his trainers. Just as he placed his hand on the handle of the back door he heard his mum cry out again.
"TOAST!!" She hurriedly spread some butter over a slice of toast and brought it over to him, putting it straight in his mouth. "..it's better than nothing!" As he ran down the street he told himself he was
never
staying up that late again!
Although last night's events were never far from his mind he had to keep up appearances to avoid people asking why he was so quiet, so it was still a few hours before he could be alone with his thoughts. It wasn't until the mid-morning assembly, with his friends forced into silence, that he finally tried to work out what had actually happened. But he couldn't of course, how could he? It was all so surreal. Images popped into his head but he honestly couldn't tell if they came from his memory or his imagination. It definitely wasn't a dream, but at the same time he could remember points when it felt like he wasn't in control, almost as if he were watching another version of himself. Someone that he recognised but at the same time, completely did not recognise. It seemed comfortable and familiar like the hundreds of other conversations he'd had with girls online, but throw Bailey into the mix and it was completely foreign and out of character for him to act like that.
How could I have spoken to her that way
?
Surely I didn't?? Maybe it
was
just a dream ..because I'd been online all night?? But it couldn't have been.. I definitely feel like I was up til 3 in the morning!! So what the fuck!?!? What about Bailey, she wouldn't have spoken to me like that.. would she? I didn't force her into anything. Did I?? No she was totally complicit, she even gave me her underwear!!
As that final thought echoed around in his head something at the back of his mind was guiltily suppressed, an idea nipped in the bud before it was even fully formed. Just like trying to remember a dream immediately after waking, the more he tried to focus on it the further it drifted out of reach, until suddenly everyone around him was standing and starting to file out of the hall. He stood up and joined the ambling crowd. Thumbing his phone in his pocket he debated texting Bailey but, what to say? Was the fact that she hadn't text him significant?? What if she'd woken up and in the cold light of day regretted what they'd done? Could he blame her? Should he feel the same way?? As they all made their way outside and a football appeared on the scene, it seemed much easier to stuff his anxious thoughts into a box and avoid them, so that's exactly what he did.
After a relatively quiet day the bus pulled up outside Scott's street. He stood up and told his friends that he might see them later that night, before flipping them the V's and telling them all to go suck themselves! He laughed as they screamed his name out of the window but as their voices faded his mind turned to what was waiting for him at home. Upon stepping in the back door he called out his usual "Hello" and headed to his room, eyeing his sister's door the whole way up the stairs. Practically daring himself to just go and talk to her before their parents got home, but losing his nerve as the opportunity neared. Just thinking about how you would even start that conversation made him all tense, so he sheepishly continued to his room; dumping his bag and firing up his laptop out of routine more than anything else. As ever, messenger popped up and automatically signed him in. Sitting there in silence, looking at the disappointing list of inactive names took him right back to last night and how dejected he felt when their dad came and ruined everything. Visions of Bailey on his screen began to come back to him, the things she said, the things she
did.
He reached over to his bed and slid his hand under the pillow, almost proving to himself that last night wasn't a dream. Despite everyone appearing offline, a new message quickly appeared.
*~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
Hey
*
~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
I've had the craziest day! But wanted to check you're ok?
Scott was wary of reading too much into so little but he was certainly relieved to finally hear from her! Though he was curious about her choice of words.
Player_1:
Crazy day?
*~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
Yeah, Hannah fell over and broke her wrist this morning! Grossest thing I've ever seen!!
Player_1:
Grim!
*~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
Yeah, then when we got to the hospital they said she'd dislocated it as well, so she needed an operation. Then they couldn't get hold of her mum or dad so asked if I would stay! I was in the hospital for nearly 7 hours!! Hence why I couldn't text..
